Neville

Our Sweet and Sticky Mouths

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 ..