SALIVA SAUCE
we kissed in my car
and i was delighted by your saliva sauce
i was creeped you weren't serious
but i know you and your backwash.
you were languishing some nonsense
doing some tumbling
while throwing your hands up
or, yeah, unconciously something.

i reached into your pocket
cuz i was in search for your homemade gun
but then noticed that was no weapontry rocket
you were just ready for some bedroom fun.
you dipped from my passenger seat
into your happy home
and it was happy
because you were obviously not alone.

for the most part you had an untouchable face
and even more of an untouchable look
though i kind of noticed
you might've gotten your education
from the telephone book.
i'm making this poem fucking simple
for its perpetual point of view
because sometime in the future
it'll make a bee line
from me straight back to you.