my belly; belching esophagus.
Sated breaths, tantalized
to butterfly wings wafer
tongue looms and tonsil cocoons. Words like wombs lick waves plucked from violet lips, birth with bumbling;
mumbled heart murmurs, moans
whispers, snowy snares whipping, trilling cadence
-drums drowned in echo, flooded with tones touched by tides of kakorrhaphiophobia-
fear forced ears scorched in passion’s blush.