Tip of the tongue burns with a pulverized
fire
Urge of a tempting given—not offered escape
Crawling infinite serpentine hex over tongue
and lips
Waiting for the nitrogen balm to grant safe
passage
Crossing bridge of lilting consonants and
vowels
Whispered in honeyed tones—bees swarm drums
Pollinating sun infused petal flesh and veins
Rolling gold flecked ripples spill wildsong name
E.A. O'Connell
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