The stubborn remains of the taste,
Of desire left clung to my face;
Permeating the brush of this beard
To remind and repeat
Memories of ecstasies given;
Crystallised and hardened, stored
For later consumption.
This tongue holds its secrets fast;
Twisting tempest of sodden silk
That swirls over landscapes
Of flesh as it flicks in its language
Only understood in its slick sweet retreat,
And all sound comes as vowels
And all words sound like howls.
Moonlight spreads through the skies
As it dances on thighs;
Guiding desire towards its true goal,
Its home in between, above life,
To flicker the flames in waves
To extremities as it remedies;
Passing memories in its flavour,
Until we speak again.