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Tongue-tied: a poem

My tongue is heavy from speaking your name
Weighted words heavy with promise
Twisted around my vocal chords
Like a noose
I cannot repeat it
For if I do I'll die inside
A little of me crumbles
At the magnitude of your wanting

Your name looms
Like eclipsed moon over Saturn
You ask to explore my planets
But I hide behind the very thought
Of your probing
Orifices filled with verbal erections

I speak your name and my heart beats faster
Like the wings of a hummingbird
Caught in my throat
Only to be released when I think of heavier things: God.love imagination creativity procreation lust desire home positivity liberation you you you you kisses you love lust desire liberation liberation liberation is you you you God it is you

Your name... like colors running together
Into a pool of blackness or prism
It has no end or beginning

Your full name is 7 syllables
like haiku middle stanza
It is imprisoned poetry to me
Dare I speak it?

My tongue is heavy burdened.
From carrying around the idea of you
Swollen muscle
Gone into anaphylactic shock

Your name burns in my mouth
It stings my throat
It coats it like elixir
And becomes lodged somewhere
Between my sternum and my soul

My tongue can't speak your name
Without beginning to breath
In orgasmic, staccato rhythm
Boring a pathway to the pit of my
Existence

My tongue grows weak
At the idea of you
Of being intertwined with yours
But that seems to be the only cure
Your tongue locked into mine

I say all this to say
Damn... Baby,you've got me tongue-tied.

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  1. Oooh, this was a good one! I loved that.

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  2. Thanks @Y...

    Let's just say..inspiration is amazing :)

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