I can soak my tongue in sweet, sweet words
and find the tenderest parts of you.
Or, roll my tongue in salty truth
and learn to love the sting.
For you, anything.
For you, anything.
I can lie, genteel, like a lady,
or be the woman unafraid to scream.
I can burn through you hot as daylight,
or be the cool comfort darkness brings.
For you, anything.
For you, anything.
Anything at all.
13 comments:
Sensual and lovely. I love the first lines. :)
"...roll my tongue in salty truth." What a wonderful image.
i love it ~
I don't have a comment. You took my breath away, the first time I read it, and the fourth time.
Ah, yes! For the first time in many, many years, I wish I had someone I wanted to share it with! You did indeed take my breath away! Have a great weekend, MZ!
Sylvia
That's enough to get the band back together. Excellent, MZ. The salty truth tastes the best, though it doesn't always seem like it.
That's love.
I can soak my tongue in sweet, sweet words..What a way to begin...sensual...nice work
This was wonderful. Salty truth, lie like a lady, cool comfort. Words. I believe you can do these things with your words.
Love this song-like verse. Very nice. Thanks
I love the sensual rhythm and feel of this, MZ!
I like the willingness you've captured here. It speaks of that longing inside to have and be had.
I had a yen to come back and read this one again, but I hadn't realized that it was almost exactly a year ago that you wrote it. I just love this poem.
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