Licked
22 May 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: infatuation
Hasty, an envelope flap crinkling in the excited tongue motion — remember to insert yourself, at some point —
brain gone the wrong way, anger philosophize — dismissive, contempt — the play for the tune is ruined, is swallowing its mouth muscle, amputated wind pipes
but gone to deadly whispering, pure frustration for half-deaf poet child, like licking the air — a little more
than fragile vibrations, pitched too far or too high or too wide or unable to gain the ledge of sense — stigma
on the vessel of throat conviction, praying upside down, expressing the saliva-opened world, death march for the victorious scabs
and white dots, remainder of primary infatuation — sprinkled into sharper imaginations, the figure of taste — tried to lick me.
J.D. Harms 2021
Prompt:
I am a long-time lover of the mouth, a bias I likely developed as lip-reading is critical for communication with me…and I love the mouth; this makes the masks suck extra hard, too, but I’m dealing. In truth, however, it’s hard for me to develop relationships with people who have a mouth I don’t like to look at. Yeah, I know…strange, but you knew that already. I know that most of us are…
