Tongue Tasting Flight

Tongue Tasting

The tongues’ stigma beckons to the butterflies’ coaxing them with promise of nectar. Will they mistake this mouth for a flower and lips petals? Fluttering down to explore this bizarre new flower, landing first on the nose or ascending on to the red top beneath it. No nectar to found here, just a tongue who might decide to capture and then swallowed in the mouth it occupies.   Now the gathered, not the gatherer.

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