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Poem: Tongue


(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #23.)

 

gliding
sliding
tasting
trying
testing
pausing
imploring
exploring
gently
known
unknown
deeper
probing
down
around
over

in
out
breathing

softly
seeking
sweetly
salty
seeping
savoring
surprising
uprising

in
out
over
gasping

firmly
finding
sensual
smooth
sensations
mingling
tingling
in
tantalized
tingling
in
improvised
tingling
in
agonized
tingling
in
in
realized
released

panting
in
in
in

out

subsiding
gliding
over
sliding
still…

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  1. […] 21 the only Strength left is my Tongue and these Unveiled Visions shaped like […]

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