If It Sizzles, It Flames

It’s only abrasive if you yelp.

Aggression has no past ties with passion.

Passion strains noodled bones and

fishes flesh filled rods to your cervix.

Lips can only hang on to kisses that

leave them wet enough to not get thirsty.

Dripping hairs locks onto dripping stares.

Moist. You’re so moist.

When I hang you from there and

I watch your integrity

bleed down on me.

Jade Brown