Ryan’s Stories

We were talking about Troy

when we kissed, I thought

am I defensive, do I find

the insistence of your tongue,

too sudden for words, there aren’t

any except the ridges of your teeth,

I run over them, deciphering

deciding to find my meanings,

something less solid than flesh,

thicker than spit,

I reach as far as I can

but there’s only tongue

and more tongue

indomitably solid

like ramparts

against invaders…