body

tongue untied

i spoke of you yesterday

the words rolled

on my sweetened tongue

the taste of white lemon blossom

buds before they bloomed

and shroomed in the space

close to my face

talk of you must have slept

in my mouth for weeks

moist ferment      seething warmth

wine perfect notes

long ago awake and ready

waiting to jet heavily     so heavenly

deluge fashion      to cool     fill up     feed

my ears with their drop dead pointed sounds

of love

what shock

it would not stop

it tumbled out

i could not stop

caught unawares

calmed down at last

to take a breath

surprised by the avalanche

in which i left my friend

buried     mute     eyes wide

such surprise

but your name snuggles still

in the familiar hollows

of my palate

though tongue untied

i worry worry worry it

best tickled secret

i spoke of you yesterday

i could not stop

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