a mouthful

i traced your name

with my tongue

That Thursday soaked in rain water.

That same day when you almost

Successfully soffucate with with a kiss.

Damp as the cement road

I trembled at

The hint of your skin.

The whiteness of fingers

Caressing, cascading

I have never been this close. Really.

I wanted to tell you. 

Are you afraid?

You asked me.

I said no.

As you drew the air out of my lungs,

I gasped

I closed my eyes,

And

Slowly. Yes, slowly . like the moon changing its phase,

I

Passed through your lips,

Tongued a poetry

Inside your

mouth

let's kamown