My tongue
reaches upward
embracing
this buccal cavity
Then slides forward
resonating
that -N sound
within me
She
pushes through
to pouted lips
of cycles
recycles
and epicycles
Of well rounded - O
Then pulls backward
For emphasis
It is the way
He expands his letters
before my eyes
So boldly
to intimidate me
like an invisible wall
whitewashed
with tears
graffitied prayers
You block me
until your
NO
Is all I see
Copyright©2020 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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