TESS TENNESSEE MILLER

You are under my skin with your tongue.
And I find myself here, longing, along that edge

wanting that return, that thing, unspoken

I can feel myself splitting into an image of myself
and there is no age, no self, I am splitting, surrender

this vortex, you vortex, are nameless, brave
nameless, unususual, wearing strange clothes,
walking strange streets, and never do you appear to me
as I expect

your tongue is against my skin
I find myself searching out the repositioning