Tales Of The Tongue

We licked the horizon with our tongues
swiped it clean of dirt and doubts,
our love would be a broom
to brush away every obstacle
as stories spun saw only paradise
among the thorns and thistles.

Oh we spoke of rose gardens to sleep
and pools to immerse our hearts
in the subtle intimacies of night.

But words began vapors
because our time together
just turned into a wind
without any power
for driving us back to the place
our hands held the morning
as our own private heaven.

Wasn’t the trail I imagined,
not the journey for two dreamed,
merely a step of prints that reach a sign
with a detour to different destinations
where our unspoken thoughts
said, “just passing through”
instead of I love you.