I want to be tongue tied with you,
Not the way you’d think.
Not stumbling over words we could only dream of how to pronounce,
Not stuttering over the phrase ‘I love you’,
Not spitting out each other’s names every time we reach a high.

I want to be in knots with you,
Tongues twisted into each other,
I want to drool with you.

I want every word to come out in mumbles,
I don’t want anyone to ever understand us.
(Then again, they never did.)

I want to feel disgusted with ourselves,
I want to taste your last meal,
And I don’t care what it was.

I want to inhale your exhale,
I want to tangle uvulas together.

Sick, isn’t it?
Revoltingly simple.

I want our teeth to clash,
I wouldn’t even complain if we chipped one.
(The government can pay for our fillings.)

I want to feel your every taste bud tasting mine.
I want to do a dna test with your spit,
Only to find out that we were past life lovers in each other’s bodies.

I want to scare everyone who dares to look our way,
We can mumble and groan like zombies.
We can grumble and moan like newlyweds.

I want to feel spit dripping down our chins,
I want to look stupid with you.

We can be all knotty,
Just slip yours into mine.

(Tongues, I mean.)

Nothing is private.

They are there:
Watching, listening,
Inducing, controlling,
Judging, interfering.
Experimenting.
You can't even hide
Inside.

I am worth that laughter, that comes from within,
The kind of *** that’s bruised lips, and tender skin,
I maybe the bottom of an empty glass,
But I am not the bottom of anything.

I will not always be kind, I will be the bark that bites.
Sometimes I'm shy, I ask you to have patience to realise
May I find the strength to let it pass
Never having to apologise.

No-one knows how fragile you are until you dance in the rain.

I remember when
We kissed goodbye to dutch courage.
After we tasted salt of your ocean blue
In the cracks of our tears.
Before I snatched visions of our future
From the hand you refused to let go.