i. i can still feel your tongue in my mouth, long after we`ve part`d our lips in good bye whispers--- when our breath rode stale & dry through the humidity. we were black bodies temporarily outlined in blue hues from a neglect`d t.v. screen; unwatch'd movies workin' like acoustic tile; absorbin` couch cuddle sounds we buried in each other`s eardrums. sounds we made on your couch--- when our bodies became monkey bars we/ climb`d between each other; camouflaged in obscurity. where percolatin`/ sweat jellin' themselves through coffee-color`d/ pores open`d off the heat we beat against each other pantin` moanin` ... sweatin` ... low cryin` in our space, where fingers play'd under our/ clothin` holdin` ourselves tight. you held the couch tight when i dehydrate myself over nipples ... navel ...& feminine fat ... gave you a charlie horse lickin` yuh lower back like that. ii. your thighs were an open-arm embrace pullin` my face into a pubic kiss----where lips lock`d awkward `round each other. lips slidin` off/ each other lubricated in saliva & cum; ac-CUM-ulatin` fizz...foamin' 'round the punctured openin' of warm & shaken'd soda cans... iii. i can still feel your tongue probin` the space between my lips. caught up in each other`s gums... rubbin` our taste buds/ together...tongues slidin'...pushin` saliva through the corners of our/ mouths makin` moth impressions on each other`s lips. our mouths make moths all over our bodies.