Your name.
Wears its own fame.
Starting with B.
I like how B blows out of my mouth.
Like a playful Boo!
child’s ambush from
a hidden corner
or
your surprise from behind,
hands eclipsing my eyes
and kiss in the neck,
wistful sighs.
R likes to roll on my tongue.
Wants to get out -
doesn’t want to get out.
Jumps, bounce of my teeth
and rolls like a train speeding its feet.
S likes to become shhhhh…
when I put my heavy, tired head on your
chest, nest.
All vowels and consonants
are disciplined solders, creating brigades of
syllables,
always ready to march,
when desire knocks on the door of my mouth.
Hurrying deep south.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Your name.
Wears its own fame.
Starting with B.
I like how B blows out of my mouth.
Like a playful Boo!
child’s ambush from
a hidden corner
or
your surprise from behind,
hands eclipsing my eyes
and kiss in the neck,
wistful sighs.
R likes to roll on my tongue.
Wants to get out -
doesn’t want to get out.
Jumps, bounce of my teeth
and rolls like a train speeding its feet.
S likes to become shhhhh…
when I put my heavy, tired head on your
chest, nest.
All vowels and consonants
are disciplined solders, creating brigades of
syllables,
always ready to march,
when desire knocks on the door of my mouth.
Hurrying deep south.
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