Slip

The stubborn remains of the taste,

Of desire left clung to my face;

Permeating the brush of this beard

To remind and repeat

Memories of ecstasies given;

Crystallised and hardened, stored

For later consumption.

This tongue holds its secrets fast;

Twisting tempest of sodden silk

That swirls over landscapes

Of flesh as it flicks in its language

Only understood in its slick sweet retreat,

And all sound comes as vowels

And all words sound like howls.

Moonlight spreads through the skies

As it dances on thighs;

Guiding desire towards its true goal,

Its home in between, above life,

To flicker the flames in waves

To extremities as it remedies;

Passing memories in its flavour,

To savour,

Until we speak again.