61 M you are from the north, so i tongue travel earlobe to neck cradle retracing your journey from ancestral village to my bed. in one night i learn the contours of your face your eyes like your hellos i never know if what you say is what you mean. but your cheeks speak words familiar so i kiss over and over, until i realize holding onto the back of your head is not enough. i want to devour you. sink feeling into warm wetness, falling slowly into the salvation of your face, i taste what could be on your tongue. ...