Tongues

Under
appreciated
undercut
never quite satisfied. Shut down shut out shut
Up and let me drive
Get out while I become
The black mark on these
flawless bed sheets
the color of your
Walls.
Too close beside you
Just right
Beneath you
Beneath you, my tongue swirls joy through your bones
Yours slithers through muck
When we’re alone
Slaps with words like a dirty dish towel
Putrid and stinging,
This heaping mess.