POEM - We, the Dulcet Transmission

My native tongue is touch

Talk about a universal language

Every part of your body speaks to me,

and I am eager to communicate

Feel my thoughts roll across

your most sensitive terrain

Let my words dance upon you

(never tickling)

until they melt into your nerves

like good drugs into warm wax

  

I was loved, yes, but still starving

when your abundant intensity

first introduced itself by falling—

delightfully and literally

—headlong into my lap

To kiss you is to know

that passion is hungry

And to fuck you is to know

that two halves can be made whole;

that none of us deserve

to live in shame of the shadows we cast

  

You and I may as well be

a perpetual motion machine

in terms of things like lovers and longing

And what I want most from my time

is to dwell until I die, inhaling the perfect balance

of your renewable energy

It may not be everything I’ll ever want,

and I can but apologize for my nature

But I would assuredly vote for any evil

if it guaranteed you’d keep talking to me

with that taciturn tongue of yours

between my stripped lips