Keep a Razor Under My Tongue
Pursed lips;
Your language is cursive
You know the ABCs of ADHD
My English?
Purely cunninlingus
The best in me conveys ecstasy
I wrote this poem twice before
It's humble beginning wrapped in linen
I treated every inch as integers
until I found your number
My cursive came off the lines
to the inside of your thighs
where my initials were signed
I can't displace that taste
Conglomerate spit -
The words I evict
leave a bitter-suite taste
that I can't displace
Binge-
there's a tinge of sarcasm in your orgasm
I can't displace it
keeping a razor under my tongue
so you can't fake it
Here's my sigh to love
Saliva slut, alive in touch
My English spoken from pursed lips
idiosyncratic
I'll cut you up
this razor is orgasmic