Fossils

the ghosts of your lips,
soft and hungry,
upon my wrists
the shadows of your teeth
grazing my shaking thigh
the echoes of your voice,
growling, desperate,
in my ear

how we climbed our peaks,
shouts reverberating across my hills
as you plowed my valley
late into the night

the whispers of your palms,
calloused and strong,
sliding across my hip
the stains of your handprints
crisscrossing my breasts
ashes, remnants of your burning tongue,
smeared in trails along my throat

my fingers twitch to pull you in
my heart pounds to hear you say my name
my tongue dances behind my teeth
aching to say the only words I know:
I love you


tara caribou | ©️2023

20 Comments on “Fossils

  1. I particularly enjoyed the final lines – aching to say I love you. Isn’t it so wonderful to be filled with such an irresistible urge? It’s much nicer when the thought of the words is present before the rest of the poem. It might be just lust otherwise.

    You built great intensity in this piece. With echoes and ghosts first, then whispers, at the end, we arrive at almost screams.

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