honey...tongue

i can't forget your honey tongue
it pours into me like a childhood memory
the edges are rounded off as in a fog
i pound out the miles and breathe deeply into myself
and into you
wondering what it meant
or could have meant
had we given it space to grow
i'm watching this connection slip away like a snake into the night
the forest is filled with your scent
and yesterday's emotions
but my sweat is already dripping into tomorrow
i'm stepping forward
toward a new breath
and perhaps a new honey tongue