What is Wrong With This Tongue

What is Wrong With This Tongue

What is wrong

with

this tongue ..

Every

now and again

it tends

to disobey me ..

I can

occasionally

feel it,

mouthing your

name ..

Mostly after

dark,

when we are

both so

incredibly hungry ..

Yet though

I deny it, I can

still taste

those rock pools

and the honey

of course,

you were once

famous for ..

Then later, while

smelling

of bergamot,

tansy and clover

the way you

would, fresh from

the shower ..

I shall bury my

head in

your deep sweet

scented pillow ..

And like that,

fall asleep, albeit

fitfully ..

Until dawn arrives,

to insult

and to taunt me

again by your

cruel absence ..

Only then,

shall I curl up in

a ball like a

foetus once more

against

your soft palate ..

But barely

and briefly,

only partially sated ..

 

  

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'What is Wrong with this tongue'
Neville,
Everywhere one goes we never know the stories surrounding. Yours, mine... This poem you wrote reminded that I need to walk gently among my fellow travelers on this earth. Carefully, kindly because 'you never know.' It happens many a time that I will find later after a conversation or a 'trying to help time' that I did not understand the loss I walked into. Great reminder of this broken state a heart can be.
Kathy

[Neville]

walk slowly take it all in .. jump high and always land lightly .. bless you Kathy .. and if by chance you remember any of these words, then you shall remember, they were once on my tongue .. kindest of regards, to You and your pen Kathy .. Neville

[Red Brick Keshner]

The tongue wags and its connection though running deep may appear superficial on its slipping every so often. Very intriguing thought process in this poem, N. The mouthing of a name could very well be the height of a tongue's sensuous career. May the cherished bring their fruit as we bridge them with even more words.

[Neville]

I shall chew upon your words long and slow my friend .. thank you for them & truly .. Neville

[FGFRANKLIN]

I like this one a lot. To me, it speaks of a love so personal and deep it consumes the lover. Like Paul Simon wrote, "Delores, I live in fear, my love for you is so overpowering I'm afraid that I will disappear" That sort of love. We can't climb again into the womb to be reborn by our lovers, in their image, forever attached by that bond. We can't be "one" with them and the separation makes us crazy. But love like that doesn't "happen". It is grown over time; years and years of shared sorrow, joy and fortunes. You can't expect more out of garden than what you plant in it. Still, you have to keep the rows weeded and the roots fed if you expect a decent harvest. Everything is work, including love. And like Confucius once wrote, "It is better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness." I think that means, Do something, no matter how little it may seem, to make things better. It may not solve the problem but you will have the satisfaction of having made an honest effort. I enjoyed the read.

[Neville]

.. I would have thanked you regardless .. cheers F .. N

[FGFRANKLIN]

We old folks ramble at random, chasing watch bearing rabbits down endless holes. My inspirations are like gophers on a golf course, not always welcome but looking like they might belong among all the holes.

[Lisasview]

Your desire floated of the page and into ones heart.
Sensual poem full of want...
Things are not always what they seem... right?
YES, I am really back to reviewing and hopefully writing... Been away far to long... My falls really took me out of the "game"
Lisa, having a glass of wine and trying to catch up..

[Neville]

Good day my very dear Lisaview .. it is so good to see you back my friend .. You are not only kind, but also correct, things are not always what they might seem .. You have been away far too long .. Indeed, I thought you had forsaken me ..

I am so glad you are now on the up .. I hope you enjoyed that glass of wine .. I shall have one this eve and rink to your increasing health .. Neville

[Lisasview]

No I have not forgotten you... that is for sure...
Thank you for missing me... that is so appreciated.
Lisa, life often gets in the way!!

[Neville]

good to hear .. and yes, it does .. Neville just about to hop in the car

[Arundass TP]

Mind controls tongue. Everything chemical explotions. Good poem. Enjoyed reading 🙂

[Neville]

......................... Good to hear .. thanks 😎👍

[Matthew Kult]

Desperately wanting. Seeking that someone.

Lovely read.

With love,

Matthew

[Neville]

How very kind Matthew, many thanks indeed. Neville

[Ken Simm.]

This is so clever and mysterious. Explaining what happens to all it certain situations Excellent.

[Neville]

thanks for taking time to swing by Ken .. your visits are always both welcome and appreciated sir .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

A beautiful poem of longing for that special love whose absence has created such a void. Wonderfully conveyed poetry Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

thank you our Chris .. you have no idea how much those few words mean to me .. Neville :)read more
thank you our Chris .. you have no idea how much those few words mean to me .. Neville :)

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome …………..:)

[willweb]

The feeling of loneliness, emptiness and desperation for her to return is felt deeply in this. Wonderfully expressed Neville

[Neville]

You are, as is often the case, far too kind sir Will ..