sexy doesn’t have to be subtle
it can be so sweet sometimes
thoughts frazzle like candy floss
webs for forward fingers

to flick apart-- inhibitions
gone birdbrained, extinct.
no offense to the dinos:
i’m convinced they were clever,

quite. not me so much
though. you’re telling me
to “go with the flow”?
oh--no! i see which way

this story leads. you’re
a nice person, i know, i‘m sure.
i think so; no doubt you mean
no harm to anyone, though

in a pinch, i wonder if
you’re the best one to handle
crisis. let’s hope it doesn’t come
to that. i listen to you

way too much. i’m encouraging,
that’s my downfall. you’re so
cute when you want a shoulder
to cry on. i’m pouring hot tea

into you like mother’s milk 
and all the while i wonder
what your lips, sweet’n’
lowed, taste like. that mouth,

caffeinated, goes on
and on. oh, and if i stop
it with my breasts? danger!
salt and saccharine, mingled

explosive. wet cries,
confessions, rain outside,
us, ill-advised, a tangle
of limbs, musk. sympathy at dusk.

too too cute. nothing subtle.
so knowingly hapless,
i’ll advise you nothing. just take
what you came for, sweets and all.