Our Sweet and Sticky Mouths
Somewhere in the very
welcome mess
of good old here and now
mid a pretty tumble
of creased, white sheets
and likewise,
our discarded underwear ..
I lay sprawled,
with both my eyes closed
and urge you to
complete what from here
at least, feels like it must
surely be your
latest mission .. now near
accomplished ..
And I wonder, but only very
briefly so ..
If it might be possible to feel
any more relaxed
or comfortable, than this ..
But the length
and the depth of my last
gasp and sigh
told me no .. so choose to
dream instead of
blue butterflies and tiny
hummingbirds
each sipping nectar from
the creases and the
stretch marks I imagine
must by now have
formed, at each corner of
my satisfied smile
and notice again, I no longer
crave cigarettes ..