The Tongue’s Soft Destinations – Poem by Bill Wolak

What the tongue seeks

in such softness of flesh

pale as light without a destination,

you offer me with your palms

pressed flat against white sheets

and elbows steadying your body

as the well ropes of you muscles

flex and arch against my mouth.


And I lick your outstretched nakedness

down to the dream’s roots

where desire deepens

into an irresistible delirium of silk.


With your long body bent over pillows,

your skin glows in the bed’s caress

with honey’s thirst for daylight.

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