two out of three

in the beginning was the word
quickened fluttering in the stomach
given breath and born
into its shape in your mouth
we handle this verbal clay
with varying levels of grace
i missed your mastery of sculpture
the voluptuous, luscious L
like slow-dripped honey
the uh a rounded bubble
rising with its soft throaty thrust
the V carved sharp
by teeth against lip
smudged edge of lush forest
on the warm sweet smell of tongue
an opioid blanket bearing velvet
down the spine and into the core
bruised fruit plucked from stem
and handed fresh to me
no wonder
i always bit deep