Monday, May 7, 2012

love manifested

I am where there is no cross street I am where my heart and head collide I am where I learn why I have a tongue. I am where I remember things by licking them. I am where I pant for the forgetful. I am where my mouth waters for you. I am where skin on skin is love manifested. I am where I soak up hearts with my taste-buds I am where they stick inside my mouth I am where it's hot and damp and stormy. I am in some forgotten place, you don't remember even though you were there. I am where even poets need sleep.
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