Your words taste familiar
Like some forgotten tongue
Tracing the roof of my mouth
Dancing on the back of my teeth
And escaping past my parched
And parted lips
They fill me so, these words
Like a citadel,
My mouth
Large and welcoming
Amplifying every syllable
That comes within it's reach
But should I heed the warning
That the alarms make sound to
In the depths of my soul
When you are near?
Or do I venture on
And like a bird in flight
In search of food
Dive deep and narrow
Into your outstretched earth
And rip into your being
To pull out that which would sustain me?
Beautiful poem Katherine THANK YOU FOR SHARING MARIO ODEKERKEN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Katherine. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks