An Epistrophe of Tongue and Cheek

Last night, arm over head, soft downy cheek
exposed, you slept.  Lips parted, your tongue
called to mine.  Your ear and lobe - ear cheek -
when it comes to texture, when it comes to tongue
sense, lay there.  Downy soft and smooth like a cheek...
No.  Don't go there.  Too many invitations to a tongue,
to tongue.  Wait.  From the ear crevise to cheek
to neck, between blades and vertebrae that tempted tongue
exploring finding the cheek of your shoulder, the cheek
of your back.  This tongue, in its dreams, has way too much cheek
to dream such dreams of crevise, cheek and tongue.

Kathleen Hover
04-29-02