I Don't Wonder....
I don't wonder, if kissing you feels
like a delicate airbrush stealing my pink.
Or if pralines in milk saturate,
all the while- I nourish on unsparing lips.
I won't concede I've drained countless moons,
that I know the hands anointing each cave,
that my quest for your sound,
starts where silences cling.
No- I don't wonder at all...