and so we lay here,
swaddled in white cotton and cream:
your sensual mouth
no questions. no comments. cash on delivery. we’re a single package
wrapped in mocha vanilla paper,
the gift of Christmas in June.
and so eagerly we unwrap ourselves! and fade into one another: blurlines;
i am laughing: you ADD fucker.
you are laughing: you cynic.
I think you do;
one more kiss?
i want cookies.
…oh, yes. mm.
humming in one another (your blue veins)
we’re a two-man band, let’s hit the road together.