spit
i love licking envelopes
and your lips are no different
all to achieve the bliss
of tasting my own spit
my morning breath
reads blank to my blind nose
I can only taste myself
when my eyes are closed
when your convex breasts
connect with my chest’s concavity
your tongue in my mouth
digging for cavities
when we pull away
with wet lips
i am left with the tangy
aftertaste of my own spit
i savor this saliva
that you sweetened with your own
my tastebuds pulse at the thought
of feeling known
as the spit settles
matting down to your soft skin
i inhale us together
letting my true self in