Neville

What is Wrong With This Tongue

What is Wrong With This Tongue

What is wrong

with

this tongue ..

Every

now and again

it tends

to disobey me ..

I can

occasionally

feel it,

mouthing your

name ..

Mostly after

dark,

when we are

both so

incredibly hungry ..

Yet though

I deny it, I can

still taste

those rock pools

and the honey

of course,

you were once

famous for ..

Then later, while

smelling

of bergamot,

tansy and clover

the way

you would when

fresh

from the shower ..

I shall bury my

head in

your deep sweet

scented pillow ..

And like that,

fall asleep, albeit

fitfully ..

Until dawn arrives,

to insult

and to taunt me

again by your

cruel absence ..

Only then,

shall I curl up in

a ball like a

foetus once more

against

your soft palate ..

But barely

and briefly,

only partially sated ..