you will never hear
my words
brute tongue
did not mean
what it said
i did not say that
i am not good with words
you will never
hear me say
i miss your
rasberry tongue
the wet of your
mouth and
your words
i hear sometimes
they vine through
my body
my mind
my dreams
honeysuckle of a kind
can cause melancholy
by its absence
love clarifies.
