Poetry
euphony
by BEE LB
by BEE LB
your liquid voice trembles with the weight
of the words on your soothing tongue
the weight, too, of your body pressed alongside
my own, the velvet touch of skin against skin
movement shaping sound with intention,
potential crawling across the lilt of your
voice making its way between us, grasping
gentle the whole of you in my grip
do you see? i find myself in the curve of your
mouth, your voice a gift i cannot hold but do try
my hands reaching through the space between
us, caressing the sounds spilled from your lips,
fingers splitting the words like bread, a feast
for our two mouths’ endless hunger, waiting open
touch spills from empty palm into your waiting hand
and like this, our bodies rejoice, the frequency of your
touch is unceasing. do you see? the whispered
reverence of your eyes holding mine. i am with you, here
i trust in the language of your mouth
on mine, your voice spreading across my body
blanket-heavy in the cold of open air
i burrow into the warmth of your voice,
watching your lips wrap around the shape of new
words as they make their way across the whole
of me, the musicality of coming together, the miracle
of joy erupting from our shared, silken tongue
of the words on your soothing tongue
the weight, too, of your body pressed alongside
my own, the velvet touch of skin against skin
movement shaping sound with intention,
potential crawling across the lilt of your
voice making its way between us, grasping
gentle the whole of you in my grip
do you see? i find myself in the curve of your
mouth, your voice a gift i cannot hold but do try
my hands reaching through the space between
us, caressing the sounds spilled from your lips,
fingers splitting the words like bread, a feast
for our two mouths’ endless hunger, waiting open
touch spills from empty palm into your waiting hand
and like this, our bodies rejoice, the frequency of your
touch is unceasing. do you see? the whispered
reverence of your eyes holding mine. i am with you, here
i trust in the language of your mouth
on mine, your voice spreading across my body
blanket-heavy in the cold of open air
i burrow into the warmth of your voice,
watching your lips wrap around the shape of new
words as they make their way across the whole
of me, the musicality of coming together, the miracle
of joy erupting from our shared, silken tongue
About the Author:
BEE LB is an array of letters, bound to impulse; a writer creating delicate connections. They have called any number of places home; currently, a single yellow wall in Michigan. They have been published in Revolute Lit, After the Pause, and Roanoke Review, among others. They are the 2022 winner of the Bea Gonzalez Prize for Poetry. They are a poetry reader for Capsule Stories. Their portfolio can be found at twinbrights.carrd.co
