I imagine
The slow
Drip-drip
Of words
Slipping through your lips
The lavish cadence
Of each syllable
Brushing against my ear
You walk the tight rope
Of structured phrases
Revived in the hush of subtext
the lush language of longing
I taste
The slow
Drip-drip
Of honey
Slipping through your lips
The lavish cadence
Of each drop
Brushing against my tongue
You ride the roller coaster
Of unstructured moans
Revived in the subtext
Of a wanton lush community
