Poised and waiting for the tip of my tongue
To trip over
And tie in knots.
Slipping words like silken cords,
Twisting meaning until
It is rough hewn and dangerous,
And jolts the night awake beneath me.
You know the letters.
They spill from your lips
And feed my impudent dreams
And haunt my skin
Where you creep like fever
Along my chest
Making your way
Down my thighs,
Pinioned like dark stars
Under the sweet weight
Of your whispers.
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