smoke drifting from finger tips
the flames extinguished by a tongue
coated in wine.
it envelopes my brain,
insertion and removal
over and over
a dizzying action in darkness.
for now just a fantasy i watch
like the sun.
it disappears over the mountain.
i’m pulling teeth until it can reappear
in the embodiment of you.
slamming the door
licking your fingers clean
standing in the kitchen at day break.
i think of it all too much
too often
it’s a problem, i think.
the unabridged repetitiveness of nymphatic images.
just learn to ignore them.
don't listen to me, I'm young and foolish 