He Said She Said
You’ll never know another tongue like mine. She formed the letters slow, letting the words slip to the floor.
Because every tongue is unique as the pads of your finger. He replied, unaware of the current situation. More perhaps.
She could have kissed him right then, but turned and let the door shut with a soft click.
Each tongue is unique in both shape and texture. He continued, already forgetting
of her tongue.
From Long Beach, CA to Canterbury, England and back.