—GET AS LONELY AS THE DAYS GET DARK

Cunnilingus

I go gown on you in a meadow, butterflies flocking, daises blazing their yellow and blue like a patriotic flag, a muffin, a mystery.

 

I go down on you in bus filled with strangers, none of them watching, but all of them carnivores.

 

I go down on you in the heated space inside my head, not sure if you’re with me until I hear you moan.

 

I go down on you like an insect in need of nourishment and salvation.

 

I go down on you in church, under the steeple, middle pew, where confessions are given but never heard.

 

I go down on you everywhere, anywhere, because I’m fucking starving for the taste of you.