Monday, April 17, 2017

The tongue is a fire

allow my tongue
my little flame
to rove the apricot
of your neck
the raspberry of
your nipples
your navel
the small of your back
your lips
the insides of you
to set you afire
so when i’m done
you speak in tongues
of men and of angels.

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