Taste
is it the taste
of coffee on their
lips, or the smell
of their hair in
the morning
is it how their
sweat falls across
your face as they
labor on top
of you, mid-night
on a whim
is it the slight
pressure of
their fingertips as
they balance
between tenderness
and arousal
is it the sound
of their whisper
in your ear
or its absence
that is the loudest
poet
