WHAT LINGERS WHEN LIPS PART

[brillig01]

WHAT LINGERS WHEN LIPS PART

After tongue touches tongue, I stagger
backward from the jolt. A spark,
from two juiced wires brushed together,
lights the dark where cobweb belayed bruts
ache to pop their corks.

I try to sober, but trickle quicker
down the treasure trail,
the shortest passage to your tap.
I binge in the cleft of your cellar,
three sheets

Comments

[gardenwaltz]

very nice. I am a fan of beards myself and find them often disparaged.

[brillig01]

Thanks! I like a man with a variety of textures.