Published in "Syntax
2000" anthology, 2000.
by Barbara
Welton
If only I could
lick
your flesh clear
off your bones.
If only my tongue
could gouge troughs
of heat
and utter sensation
into your skin.
If only that, I
would burn
my name into your
body with my tongue,
let it scab over
and then you would
wear me
for the rest of
your life.