Your silence

Speak on my lips,
let me taste your words,
ingest them until I'm full.
Are you mad,
or have I lost my mind?

I wait for you,
for just a single word—
something to take without touch,
to make me vibrate
with your tone,
and when you're done,

let me drown in the weight
of your silence.

Pardon

Pardon my lips,

Wandering as they will,

Heedless of cloth and cover,

Tracing every thrill.

And pardon my tongue,

It’s a dangerous gift,

A wicked and wanton lover,

Making your heart shift.