I couldn't sleep --
These warm, wet lips still drip
With the memory of your kiss --
I want to drink you in,
Suck the smell of you
From my fingertips --
Rake my nails down
The back of your mind --
Stretch your soul out
On a rack
Beneath my probing tongue
And question
Every inch of flesh
And every tattooed line.

- Jen 06-1996