The ink

stuck between languages

I see you

the beauty

a tongue saturated with love…..

radical they would call it

so fresh, i am unable to pronounce their names without a moan,

confirmation of bodies melting  into sweetness on my tongue

I carry with care and fire

longing

bursting,  

words so delicate…..tender….fierce

life changing,

With a glaze

my tongue screams in ecstasy

so little time

red , orange, yellow

Veins on fire,

a smile

the imprint

 

a kiss on the tips of my lip,

mouth open, breathing in the rhythm of our ancestors,

sweet music to my pallet

Slowly grazing on uneven on land

looking

as we reach, tongues on tongues, this is what it feel like to hunger and be fed

holding we savor every tips, the caress a reminder of the warmth of the sun

 

heighten with care

 

feeling

 

A-life to carry

—-To the women who with words, breathed like into vessels and made warriors into lovers day by day… Thank you

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