I slowly drag my tongue
across the back of my teeth,
carefully tracing your name.

Tastebuds etching letters
against incisors,
preventing me
from calling out to you.

Muted ivory soldiers
barricading against
my instinct of shouldn’ts
and what ifs.

Molars and canines,
plaque and gums:
my mouth becomes
the confessional
that houses
desired transgressions.