Sarah St Vincent Welch #28 Words collected in July 2014, found when sorting

Words collected in July 2014, found when sorting

propinquity
how close are we
we are

red 

my preferred

blue too,

(not yours, I hear)

carapace

beloved

dear shelter

I rub my lips across you

chthonic

what I am

(what about the aitches?)

tentacled writhing lisped

mandala

made from everything

(seeking order, focus)

malaise

again the sound of it

mine in particular

degustation

a bit of this and a bit of that

a mouth water

Vermouth

sounds good, I should try it

calf

it might be golden 

might be a midnight

bite

lichen

on stones and trees and dragons

royalling

last year the most royal royalling

if ever I had one

(no wonder it made the list) 

porpoising

please, with the Irish

way of saying so it's

a lovers' moan

swimming forward and up, 

sighing

descending

not roiled or wrung

in the soft

collapsing

palate

of Australia

por-pois-ing