Metrosphere 2004-2005
While the flavor lasts
I was attractively packaged
in a foil paper wrapper designed to ensure freshness.
You delicately disrobed me, holding me gently
between your index finger and thumb.
Naked, you brought me up to your lips
and I folded with the promise of the warmth and moisture of your mouth.
Resting on your tongue I transfigured
into something less rigid, somehow softer.
Your saliva bathed me and your teeth commingled our essence.
I allowed you to guide me around your mouth;
under your tongue, between your cheek and teeth, and against your palate.
In exchange, I saturated your saliva with vigorous mint.
My core infused with your substance.
Inside you, it was just the two of us.
Then it happened.
Your teeth stopped caressing me.
Your tongue became thick and idle above me.
Your saliva quickly thinned.
I had no more to give you, my flavor limp.
Without warning I rushed to the front of your mouth on the tip of your tongue.
The humidity replaced by bright light and cold air
and you grabbed me with your finger and thumb.
You sucked off the spit lingering on my flesh as if you wanted it all back
And then haphazardly slapped my drying body
against the underside of an antique mahogany movie theatre seat.
The refrigerated air quickly cooled me.
Your pith dissipated,
I returned to rigid, suddenly aware of my petrified state.