Aria by Robert Beveridge

Aria by Robert Beveridge


I can still taste
our mingled bodies, the salt
and stickiness, warmth.
It lingers, a sharp
tang in the back of my throat,
dries my tongue,
carries my thoughts
to the hour before,
the sweet bite of sweat
against your thighs,
the mixture of fluids between,
complete, perfect.

These are the best times,
in the moments after sex, my tongue
at once an instrument
of pleasure and of comfort,
your body the song
I have always ached to sing.

©Robert Beveridge 2016


Robert Beveridge makes noise ( and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Poetry Breakfast, and Third Wednesday, among others.

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