Your tongue is mine tonight.
It won't be a commodity
traded amongst other mouths
or tied between two lampposts
like a catapult.

I will wrap it around me
when I sleep, a soggy blanket
panting under the humid

I won't tell it to hush.
I will play it like a guitar;
its twang lulling me to sleep
as it unfolds itself back into
its cave.

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