Erotica & Melancholia

glint

soft pellet 

protrudes

glint hits 

periphery

a smile secretes 

paws maul mollusks in tiny-pulsed beats,

filtered tongue reciprocity

in this cold, 

I dream of Spring,

and search for warmth between hips

spat from the echoing wooed tempo brawl 

of lovers sprawled,

a protocol to gape,

a tap will show you if I’m dead,

or in suspense