Licking

an ice cream cone

an envelope closed

your tongue in my mouth

the frosting from a donut

the rarity of excessive fun, tongue stretched out to get every drop

the sweet salt from your skin when you’re close and within

an ice-cube which turns into a suck, the melt falling from my mouth in a deluge.

a white knuckle as my teeth surrounds my finger in an anxiety ridden bite.

away the haze of hype to get to the truth of it all
converts ‘to a lapping like a thirsty dog at its water bowl.

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16 thoughts on “Licking

  1. This is a terrific poem Cathy,

    I was licking my lips by the finish and am thirsty now!!

    A really good poem does that sort of thing to me. 🙂

    David

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