I want to empty my entire vocabulary
into your beautiful, heart-shaped mouth.
I want to feel your soul weightless
and interspersed like a dream
throughout my metaphorical darkness.
I slide you half-undressed
across my reverential palate
drinking of your punctuation,
of your intermittent breath
finding new ways to fill
and expand your margins.
If your tongue should make skeins
of my thoughts and leave me
uprooted and untethered
I would fashion of your enigma
a satellite and let your gravity
toss me to and fro like a storm.
On February 1st I will be featured in Spillwords!