I cut my teeth,
and lick my lips on your *******
in that awkward, ending light.
Our heavy breaths trade back,
and forth multi-syllabic moans
as pinpricks of metaphor
with unsure thrusts of rhyme
consume the summer, humid night
to leave us voiceless, with minds
grasping for wet, deep words.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
I cut my teeth,
and lick my lips on your *******
in that awkward, ending light.
Our heavy breaths trade back,
and forth multi-syllabic moans
as pinpricks of metaphor
with unsure thrusts of rhyme
consume the summer, humid night
to leave us voiceless, with minds
grasping for wet, deep words.