speak to me in snake tongue again
i understand it well
a first language of sorts
there are more on my tongue
i have a second tongue too you choose them
i use them they fit the groove
of what you seek wet and cold on aurals
warm language sweats moist and wormy words
half-words deformed sound is sin-speak sweet
speak to me in snaking-ed tongues
suggesting skittish bites
that itch during your rancid fevers you look
so much less watchful-watchful in the
old toothless way of tired and washed out worn replies
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
