I wrote a little while back about how I found Karl Shapiro's "The Tongue" a rather flaccid piece (I reproduced it in that posting). It immediately set me to thinking how I might write about cunnilingus in that approximate style. It fell upon me to give it a go today. With Shapiro's anapests in my head I couldn't help the occasional echo, but for the most part I kept it to iamb and trochee, which feel to me a better fit for the luxury of the act.
The Tongue
As the head dropping on chocolate of tape—
Magnetic terrain of rhythm and rut—
Pinch roller fingers knead eager approach
Swelling to music is progress to what.
To the hand caressing and guiding my ear,
Loops left wet behind my ascent
Anticipate pearly syrup of where. Song and its caesure, vox humana,
Thigh, tongue, hand in tumescent blend
As the mouth creeps upon the open petals
Nectar and fragrance annihilate when. —Uche
18 July 2009
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