people pass by me in a haste,
while I keep on looking ahead,
bearing the sun, my nose gone red,
I lick the cage of my mouth to taste
.
words that don’t appear, not a word leaves,
my tongue wriggles, giggling,
tickled roof of mouth, I can’t believe,
my teeth automatic on my lips nibbling
.
I am linking it up with G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.