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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