Oh how my thighs miss the graze of your teeth, bruises as badges
The heat of your breath on my silky petals, the taste of your magnificent tongue
My nails graze my belly on up beneath my breasts, soft skin whimpering
How the curve of my back where it joins my ass, shadows of your fingers gliding
A burning trail of lips, the tip of your tongue, an ice cube along my shoulder and neck
That soft place at my inner elbow to my tender wrist, suction and smell
You’d kiss my feet gently, I loved it, hated it
Your thumb stroking my cheek, turning toward you, half a smile, caressing my lip instead, exposing my teeth, my tongue curling around that pad, a sharp intake of breath and your eyes lifted and I saw fire there beneath those deep dilated discs
I became whole and completely disintegrated when your soul washed over mine. A wave crashing on my shore, shattering me, a million grains mixed, swirling, being swept along as you pulled back away. Again and again you formed and reformed me. I’m an ever-changing sandbar, with you, the force that shapes me.
The last time I felt your lips brush mine, I stood stiffly as if will alone would hold my heart together, yet the moment you turned your back my dam broke and I lay here memories upon memories. Grains of you and I, eddies amongst the tide pools of who we once were.
tara caribou | ©2020
Read this and more like it in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.