double the time it took me to realize you
werent everything
and here i stand, jawless,
all teeth and tongue and homeless, meandering words

all for your love, the butter-sweet nature of it
the *** drizzling down my throat and wrists
hot, clenching feel of it.
you arent everything as a sun ripened nectarine isnt
everything
but you are full as it is-
of generous, pink
pulp, pressed sensually against the
midnight flesh-
you are heavy with heart, uncrunchable,
rippled heart.
you are silent in crisp morning
mouth
suspended above ground reared for chaos

suspended on
a branch that appears as an old woman’s laughter would,
thin, purposeful,
veined with childish green

your are the juice staining my lips
and escaping like poetry
dribbling down my chin.