Last night I licked
your love, you love,
like a cat. And
I watched you rise like
bread baking, like
a helium balloon, rise
with the skill of a soufflé,
your love, waving like
passengers on a boat coming in.
My cheek resting on your belly,
moist like a bathroom mirror, resting
in your hair like
dew grass, I drew
your love out like
the head of a turtle, like
an accordion, like
an expandable drinking glass.
I licked
you love, your love,
hard as a lollipop, plump
and tender as a plum.
I held you
like a mitten, like a cup,
and, like the crowds in the spray of a Yellowstone geyser,
like kids splashing in a July fire hydrant,
like a dinner guest biting in a whole tomato,
I gasped,
I laughed,
I feasted on your vintage.
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