Both Hands
(A Month of Poetry: Psychic)
Tell me
and use your tongue.
Can you hear what I’m thinking?
Can you envision it?
The soft ropes
the goose flesh rising
spreading like a murder
of crows over amber skin.
I watch it ripple
from my lips to your breast.
My tongue thick
and drenched above you
pulling from your nipples,
sucking out from a chasm
deep within
the spaces between your ribs.
I use both hands to build you up
but only one to tear you down.
Can you hear it now?
Are you psychic?
Or just a lucky guesser?
Which one do you think I am?
Does it even matter
what you are?
When you are gagged and speechless?
It’s October and that means that KG is kicking off a month of poetry today. As my good friend Amy Lee said “Remember, the whole point of Poe-tober is not to churn out verse but to immerse ourselves in poetry. What a beautiful endeavor…”
I couldn’t agree more.
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