Pillow talk

I’d lounge around

On your lower lip,

Climb to the tip

Of your nose

And skip

To the middle-brow summit,

Make the return trip

Over the curved ground

Of your cheek

Then sneak,

Tickle-footed,

To your ear

Where I’d whisper

So softly

You’d have no idea

That I was ever

Even

Here.

You can also read this at Middlebrow magazine.