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Fumbletongue Dec 2018
You asphyxiate linear reality
with that choke hold grip of your presence
Black hole pupils
The one's I've been praying for
The ones that catch everything
And by catch  I mean pull
And by pull I mean bring towards
Towards you, towards me
Weighted slow motion
The longer the gaze
The slower my time
Compressing me in the preserving amber
Of your eyes
Held eternal
Fumbletongue Dec 2018
How easily lost
My five sense accost
The moment you smiled
How easily found
In the absence of sound
At the touch of your wild
Fumbletongue Nov 2018
C
Cajoled corpus in consonant with
the ceaseless cardiac cadence
coaxing my cerebral cortex

Cochlea convolutions cause
camarilla cognitions of
cascading calescence

Corresponding combinations
cavorting like czardas
as my clavicle collar climbs
Fumbletongue Nov 2018
I let you be you
The only you
That you can do
So let me be me
The only me
That I can be
So us can be us
With some muss
And no fuss
Fumbletongue Nov 2018
Your gentle probing eyes
Your firm and guiding hands
The way in which you use both
To conquer all my lands
No secrets can I keep
No pleasures will I hide
There is nowhere I'd rather be
Than always by your side
Let's sail in to tomorrow
And build a world our own
As long as I am in your arms
I will always be at home
Fumbletongue Nov 2018
The flesh of your words are gangrene
Sloughing at the tips
Their inflection an infection
Necrosis apocalypse
Swelling reds and gorging purples
Lack of bloods life flow
Putrid rotting letters
Thrombosis runs the show
Losing membrane integrity
Their fetid smell does waft
Forced fed through the senses
Until we subjugate
I can tell by the smell
Under the perfume
The only thing that they will do
Is lure us to our tombs
So keep your words and parlor tricks
I see them clear as day
Countless ways to contaminate
And weaken all your prey
It's time to tie the tourniquets
At the shoulders and the thighs
The time is now to amputate
This toxicology of lies
You can tell their worth by counting all the swarming flies
Fumbletongue Nov 2018
It's so much fun
To use the tongue
And all that it can do
The way it dances
And it prances
Behind my lips of two
Up and down
And all around
When it's being used
Oh the tongue
Is so much fun
When entangling with you
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