The first line of this came into my head, then I had to follow it through:
I want to know you through a kiss
Your tongue’s tendril flowering in my mouth
When I’m away, I kiss you in my head and it feels as real,
as this pen in my hand, its’ rubber coated body insistent on my fingers.
I hoped to remind you, through words,
of the texture of my mouth against yours, its insinuations on your palate
Press the different taste buds with the weight of a nib-like scrawl
searching the cave of your throat with this muscle
tilting my neck to take your tongue as far back as my gag reflex
pushed beyond that,
A smooth piece of flesh as raw
as the inside of your heart
I want to know you
as completely as this.