i cannot think

like the crests

I swell like a bolt of fury

to an unsuspecting arch

only to disintegrate

like the crevices

i seep into your faults

i sink into your depths

you siphon my every secret

you are a metaphor for ache

I

a mere verb 

(repete) 

encircle

my Es

while my tongue cradles your name 

my mouth contorts

the landscape of my face,

fluctuates

my mind 

flummoxes

at how seamlessly I

levigate

at the

concept 

of

you