Lozenges

by Megan Auffart



I'm coming undone
in the cryptic message written in the furrows of your lips
Lost inside myself
frustrated at my inability to translate the curving, sinuous
voices writhing away from
Your satin tongue
licking the edge of those two glistening gates to the recesses
of blank tranquillity
Where your fancy melts
into long, soothing lozenges of admiration