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