Consider “connect” —
the way it feels,
how your tongue cleaves
to the roof of your mouth,
pushes against it,
accentuating contact
in its release,
the color dark and nameless
but very smooth
like the way we felt together
after we crossed the bridge of distance —
That color was in our touching hands
and along our touching sides,
soft as fulfilled desire,
ripe as a womb.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 11, 2015
An important facet of this poem is the way it feels in your mouth to speak it. For best results, taste fully.
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