Spit
Out, out you phlegm
stucked, caught my tongue, can not
untangle
from water turning into ice.
It was too quick I did not
have time to escape.
What are you saying?
Darling your name really hurts my throat.
Guttural obscene, the sound
clanging metal on metal, scraping
my spine
I unloose both feet and teeth.
You know lips
are really not for kisses.
They inevitably stick, sticky
together
from being speechless for too long.
Then the skin breaks,
eager
out comes sour breath;
your name.
Copyright © Julius Mendoza | Year Posted 2008
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