Twitching, Erratic

You say my name, and I forget the question. And for a second, maybe an eternity, my mind is wrapped around your tongue. My mind is a mole-hill mountain. I’m vertical-careening. My mind is the space between here and there. I’m thrashing on air. I’m writhing in saliva-ocean. Lost in an unyielding void where a few letters rested heavy in your mouth. I’m flying. I’m flying. I’m floating. I’m falling. I’m floundered. I’m drowning. I’m drowning. I’m drowning. I’m drowned. And if it ends in ache then break me here. Black and wet. Let me ache sempiternal, restless, in your mouth.