the memory of your taste
How easily you forget but it was I always
to stoop to the cup of you, lace lip
to lip, rehearse tongue-twisters like slurp
malleable laryngeal slither and o swallow
and you would wriggle in sibilants
delectable sheet scribbles every wet lick
on nosetip and earlobe the hollow of your
collarbone, sloped syntax of peak and peak, how
the slick shimmies through plain towards forest
of fingers tugging at air and hair there, there
like bud shivering open in heat, like snowmelt
at first touch of footstep in spring coming
the same metal and moonlight tang and I eschew
known names like nectar, mead, ambrosia when all
bursts in drizzle-juice and ripe pear and pearl
gumdrops and sweet black sauce and sweat
mucus-honey and piss-wine and curd o the
whole sweet cart of woe only the living
remember to love.
24 September 2001 22:43 hours
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