#saliva
I entered, chest heavy with shadows,
the scent of sterility clinging to air.
He traced my ribs with knowing fingers,
his ear pressed to the thunder within.
A gentle laugh bloomed between us;
"Yours is no malady of the flesh.
It is the ache of absence,
the hollow carved by yearning’s hand."
He slipped me a cure in trembling ink:
"One spoon of her Saliva at dawn,
her kiss dissolved in twilight’s still,
no substitutes to tame such ache."
I left, carrying no medicine in pockets,
only the weight of his mortal truth
she is both the wound and the salve.
Note:
Some illnesses are sent by fate, and some by beautiful women.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 4:30 AM UTC
i here the spray
then drooling
from the mouth
of home made toxins
as i lay in my bed
10/22/2024
just me
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 11:29 PM UTC
Kim has a hairless cat that looks like an old man with a wrinkled neck.
“Euuww, it’s bald.” I observed, when I first saw it.
“It’s hypoallergenic.” she says.
“I read that it’s the cat’s saliva, from grooming - not the fur that people are allergic to.” I instruct.
“What if you were allergic to your boyfriend's saliva?!” she wonders.
“Dang, that means a rash ALL OVER, I suppose!”
We noddingly agree.
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
Open your mouth
Let me see your tongue
Tell me how it tastes
Is it sweeter
Seeping with blood
Cut at the tip
Trace the edge
With the knife
Make it taste
Like me
Hold out your hand
Let me see your fingertips
Tell me how they feel
Are they smoother
When they’re slick
With saliva
Trace my skin
With your tongue
Make it soaked
With blood
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
Three orange lights
waiting in a cue.
Warm, pudgy and sweating.
Squeezing the last drop
of pure sweetener
down your throat.
Delicious syrup
growing and spreading
on the finger tips.
Feeding the eager.
Melting bright nectar
dropping down the thighs.
Saliva sprinkels
on the piano lips.
Playing chants
of lust and thirst.
Lavish liberation
buzzing for more bees.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
In the realm of rumour
wise men suggest
when it is dark enough
you will see the stars
In the fury and the mire of human veins
fragments of dreams and memories
used to spring loose
from my crowded mind
unsettled, darting dreams
shouting slogans in the noisy air.
In the kingdom
of saliva and dust
I have ceased to dream
And soon
I will soon cease
to exist.
© M.L.Emmett
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC