Confession

I ease myself into his throat

decalescent and substantial

like a memory too exclusive

to divulge in conversation.

I clip his tongue, dance

in the groove of his soft palate,

slide sideways along pink gums

and imperfect teeth.

His first confession

and he’s all nerves

and no etiquette.

Not a word but a murmur,

a subcutaneous plea

extricated from a darkness

so vulnerable it bleeds.

I do not even hear her reply

but I can taste it and it’s as if

all the oceans submerged themselves.

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3 responses to “Confession

  1. Sometimes we try to speak and no words are pronounced, maybe just a murmur… a subcutaneous plea …
    A powerful poem, indeed… Merry Christmas and all my best wishes to you. Aquileana 🎄

  2. Pingback: Confession | Paradise Kendra ☼·

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