like honey sunlight
The way your voice fills the room
like honey sunlight
your tongue touching a certain place
in your mouth–
I lean in.
(aching)
Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth
unfiltered and weighted,
the pressure of them sticks to me
no–not the pressure, the power
it has a residue a kind of slickness–
lubricating my mind
as your opinions and ideas slide into me.
(a caress)