i spoke of you yesterday

 .

the words rolled

on my sweetened tongue

the taste of white lemon blossom

buds before they bloomed

and shroomed in the space

close to my face

 .

talk of you must have slept

in my mouth for weeks

moist ferment and seething warmth

wine perfect notes

long ago awake and ready

waiting to jet heavily, so heavenly,

deluge fashion, to cool, fill up, feed

my ears with their drop dead sounds

of love,

what shock

 .

it would not stop

it tumbled out

i could not stop

 .

caught unawares

calmed down at last

to take a breath

surprised by the avalanche

in which i left my friend

buried, mute, eyes wide,

such surprise

 .

but your name snuggles still

in the familiar hollows

of my palate,

though tongue untied

i worry, worry, worry it

best tickled secret

 .

i spoke of you yesterday

i could not stop

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