aching and echoing

iridescent pearl teeth and a

sensuous slip of the

fuchsia tongue

(licking like ice cream)

I wait.

syncopated rhythm of this february (7th) rain

bone-chilling on the glass window (clear

like tears)

hungrily seeking approval; attention

from him- a puppy waiting to be kicked,

and to recoil

infirmity of the body,

of my soul.

this slowly cracking mirror.