Lollipop Flesh
Bathed in the backwater christening ground of crocodiles
I trek through the murky reflection of bald cypresses, a slimy foal.
Tendons turned to stilts, fibula churning the muck like stewing slop,
The sole comfort of duckweed cradling my calf.
From below, its eyeless vision envisions my meat a morsel,
Drool pooling, dissipating into the morass to sooner salivate my skin.
Darting bullet in the depths, its vapor trail of ripples.
First contact, first kiss, lollipop flesh.
The wetted gum of a letter’s flap clinging
Leg a tit of red nectar
Unrequited transfusion, waterborne thief of my worth in pints.
Knowledge spiraling, the yellow pages of my mind swirling, encircling the porcelain bowl
Frantic flushes wiping clean the imprints of ink left behind
Each subsequent siphon shaking me like a slammed piano key.
Craning my calf from the sludge to observe my assailant, there it squirms
Broad string of black, flailing flag on the pole of my muscle
Bendy straw blessed with desire, blissful avarice
Invisible arms clutching my thigh, an ever-greedier makeout.
My wringing palms could blend it to pulp, turn the bog into a blood bag
Yet its pleasure so pure, memorized by its feast, I abstain
Cerebrum as clear as the cloudless celestial sphere
My pupils’ spotty darkness eclipses the sky’s boundless bright, and all is still but I submerging
Now duckweed ordains my eternal baptism
Underfoot I float with the ribcages of those who felt the same.
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Stink Eye Magazine 