when she gets home
i'm going to take off her pants
and eat her from behind

i'll lick the plate clean
all of it
from orb to knot

until those three muffled words secrete from her

The picture is blurry or
maybe I'm not seeing clearly
either way I've resolved to
dissolve this moment in
time, and I absolve myself of all
ties connecting me to that
image that laughing
face that at one point
must have been
mine

There may be a thorn
In my side, but you have such
Beautiful petals.

Held captive,
by a silhouette.
A dim light,
Tracing her curves.
Raindrops dripping,
From her lips.
A wet sweetness,
I want to taste.