imagine cloves on tongue, a puncture
brewed and ardent, a simmer of ancients, lamenting the year and your body—
I feel the sneer,
remiss in your unclad—
a pout of many circles, a winding of your strings
a puppet /jazz,
swish like ocean,
brine in weakness
spellbound figs rest on your lips menstruating on those you kiss
a sip of something wild, a plush of bitten prudence— an oyster wet between the legs
a pearl covert/
va-po-ro-us
