the tip of the tongue, the teeth, the lips
the way you kiss the way
you swing your hips
like a dance
like a song
like a cry for freedom
dragged on too long
on a walk through hell
like a game of poker
and your only tell
is the twitch of your mouth
as you try not to smile
as the pile
of winnings grows ever higher
and when your grin is miles wide
you feel Lady Luck is on your side
and you look at her and realize
all youāve ever wanted
and needed to say
is just on
the tip of your tongue














