Gagged Tongue Moistens Words

I am perplexed by the silence
that accompanies cravings.

Which is different than infatuation.

Which is an external gravity
that draws me into eccentric orbits.

My watering mouth confuses me.

So does a pungent clove scent
trimmed with oleander.

I feel like I am about to overflow.

I collapse inward
condensed in my silence.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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