His Tongue.
His tongue entered
your ear
licked the rim
and lobe
and made its way
down your neck
becoming dry
as it reached
never mind that now
he never told you
he had a wife
back in L.A.
and that she
was dying
of cancer
and there he was
trying to get you
into bed
and have his way
and if it hadn’t been
for that photo
of her
falling on the floor
when he took off
his pants
you would never
have known
but there you are
no matter how far
you look
you can never
look too far.
poem by Terry Collett
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