for like ever

just making my way

saliva

Leave a Comment Posted by on 2010/06/10

Nestled like nuts in winter
at the corners of my mouth.
warm swirls under my tongue
deep like the black bottom of a pool
in summer,
waiting for me to spit on you.

~ 1997

poetry

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