tongue tied

when you kiss me
your lips taste like poetry
mixed with honey whiskey
you leave me so intoxicated
that i forget what language i speak
but there are metaphors
rolling off your tongue
and into my mouth
reminding me of all that i am
and i wish that i could
gather my wits
and tell you
one thousand times
how i feel about you
but that would only be
one one-thousandth of
the truth

October 3, 2015

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