You roam in my mouth

Every minute of the day

Like an obsessed lover

At night, unknown to me

You sometimes escape

A drop, a pillow trail

Like a silenced wail

You stick to every morsel like glue

Do you feel blue

Is that why you form a little bubble

At the tip of my tongue

Or gloss my lips

Waiting for a whiff

Of gentle breeze

Or the ardent desire

That will turn you to steam

Will you mix with the salt on skin

And layer it with your imprint

Will you fill the ear with liquid whispers

And hear the simper

Deep in my throat

I swallow you whole

You drizzle in me

And settle in the pit of my belly

I feel you

Can even listen to your sound

Inside my cheek

You are the honey, I the bee

The soul in my body

Sting me

Let the welts grow into bulbous flowers

I shall nurse you

The juicy wound

I have always ached for

~FV

 (c) Farzana Versey