like flame on my tongue

twenty wintry May
summers simmered me
to arctic coldness;
yet underneath my yellow
moon i moan
still for your taste--
stale warmth
of your breath
here in my mouth,
like flame on my tongue
dancing;
feverishly reluctant
to be extinguished
or released;
swirling,
fiery like whip,
billowing
inside me
devouring me--
a saliva slave,
writhing
for your searing
drops
precious
drops
trickling
torrential rains
on parched plains
of my skin,
til my twenty wintry
summers of May
simmer down
to nothing;
'neath my yellow arctic
moon melting,
effortlessly
like flame on your tongue