Spit
A poem.
1 min readJul 17, 2020
a single pearl
spewed
from your plush lips
if I only
could wholly
be yours
and you
wholly mine
ourselves intact
undivided
and meshed
by a single
dot of milk
spilt
when you took a sip
wet
still
after we spent
hours stuck together
exhausted
from our nocturnal wrestling
our mouths agape
your adoring eyes
ghost-white like
a chip of eggshell
scattered
when you cooked breakfast
you weaved
your crooked fingers
into my coarse hair
in absentminded
monotony
in a
splotch of spunk
smudged
into the damp bed sheets