Sucking My TongueA Poem by Kyle FairhurstI want
your tongue to mark my
collarbones the same
colour as the
plum dye your ex smothered
her hair with, when we
joked she looked
like Barney, “I love
You”, “You love Me?”
I want
your tongue to tell me
the truth about what
you did to her in those
weeks apart, when you
rung me half high half
horsed and you
regretted it “wholeheartedly”.
I want
your tongue to roam
between my lips, find my
mistakes and recall
them. To find
the blue of my past, and the
sordid details that gave
me very little
energy to fix
even the black of my tooth, “I’ll book
it for you.”
I want
your tongue to fill
the holes with your phlegm, with
crashing teeth like
tectonic plates just as
they did in that
film, that felt
more like it was
watching us than us
watching it, “stop
laughing!”
I want
your tongue, anything for you to
temporarily become part of me. For, I find
myself now sucking my
tongue, folding
one half to the other in memory
of you, like
aftershocks. But
you don’t.
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Added on December 12, 2017 Last Updated on December 12, 2017 Tags: poetry, love, break-up, heart-break, romantic AuthorKyle FairhurstLondon, United KingdomAbout22 year old Creative Writing student at Goldsmiths, University of London Poetry writer with my own publishing house, linked below! more.. |