342. going nowhere & everywhere*

Always been a sucker for a mucous membrane.

and way back when, before chemo,

when a lady’s wig was worn with a flourish

ma’s open-mouthed body-warm polystyrene head

returned French Kisses

to an over-eager not-yet-teenager, home alone.

The first such explorations on breathing matter

were heavy-wet delicious sweet & hungry

luscious peach devoured from inside-out.


An altogether darker delight’s hidden

beneath the musky veil

the briny piscine cave of dusky deep initiation

where, love’s mansions cast

also awaited lingual comfort, and others

and was not left wanting.


And yet one more

this of the wild, the wanton, the animal,

the path not taken, maybe

the fare too rich for many

fought over by angels & devils

by Pope & Sade

the end of the trail, you might say

for there is no other destination

but dust.