Mouth & Mump

Anxious and on the tip of my tongue

Zero more or less

Yet anything but

Anxious and antsy

My words in impatient urgency

Faint spasm in rolling boil

Lukewarm humidity

Her lips so close to mine

As to feel the tilting tides of her breath

Her words so close to me

On the tips of our tongues

As if to taste sugar within vinegar

As if to press my mouth upon

The surface of her fickle moodiness

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