—THANK GOD IT'S WEDNESDAY

 

lucky idiot

 

          your tongue on mine swirling stabbing cute pokes leaving staying saying hi polishing my nostril knobs like they’re bar glasses or see-through jewels your tongue teaching my neck new morse etch-a-sketch a map to the fountain of youth how to circumnavigate the globe or just cum on the spot your tongue busy below the equator beautifully sloppy leaving zigzag trails of slick bubbles some sizzling some popping soundlessly in my sparse jungle your tongue there there and also there fingering a lock collecting white gold riches I never knew I had in me your tongue a greedy thing milking my reserves calling up the militia for an extended oral battle or two your tongue teaching my toes to tap and curl and spring like a deer for the hell of it your tongue pinky swearing mine promising more round two three four no matter what other things life would have us do