Spit

A poem.

Source: Masaaki Komori

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