Tags
cunnilingus, Eel River, erotic poetry, Humboldt County, I'm a bad friend, mustachio, poem, sonnet
Just now we shall have bit of snug bit
of sniff: get my nose in it, in you. Breast
bondage, tit torture: with wax, teeth and spit,
with cords holding you still. I am a guest
here. Ill and lewd we walked the spit of land
between the Eel River and ocean. Gulls
and sea lions basked. Beyond the low farmland:
redwoods. Once, buried up to my knuckles
in you, we hid near tide pools, the billow’s
roar, your hiss, your husband dozed, his bong cashed.
Under your shirt: last night I marked my greed
and need. Just now I lap your lips, your toes
curl, sand caked. I’m a bad friend, all mustached
in your pubes. We both count on that, indeed.