Speaking Words
You always serve coitus with a side of cheese
silkworms squirming in the pit of my stomach
toes curled like cochleas.
Why is there singing in my socks?
When I’m the one touching you?
Skin over steel my lips tingle at meeting
Laved with my tongue till I smile at its gleaming
The ridge of your fingers abridging my insides
you linger I tingle star-spangled with goosebumps
pooling in a spool of musk at your feet
diphthongs from your silk tongue
my cry goes slow
till caressings are croonings and spoonings and moonings
my mind a knife blade of skin in razor-thin ruins
extinguished relinquished
my linguist
male mystic
I sing this
I sing this
You strum me like music