Our Sweet and Sticky MouthsA Poem by NevilleOur Sweet and Sticky Mouths Somewhere
in the very welcome
mess of good old
here and now mid a
pretty tumble of creased,
white sheets and
likewise, our
discarded underwear .. I lay
sprawled, with both
my eyes closed and urge
you to complete
what from here at least,
feels like it must surely be
your latest
mission .. now near accomplished
.. And I
wonder, but only very briefly so
.. If it might
be possible to feel any more relaxed or
comfortable, than this .. But the
length and the
depth of my last gasp and
sigh told me no
.. so choose to dream
instead of blue
butterflies and tiny hummingbirds
each
sipping nectar from the creases
and the stretch
marks I imagine must by now
have formed, at
each corner of my
satisfied smile and notice
again, I no longer crave
cigarettes .. © 2023 NevilleFeatured Review
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