juicy fruit,
in the back of her mouth
near the molars
watching her almost not chew,
with peternatural ease.

and how she eases the mound,
like its alive
away from her mouth
towards her lips, covering them
with a clean white napkin , delicate femme
passing it from from lip to hand
to garbage can



cradles juicy fruit, betwixt the back
of her tongue and the molars crack
tends to its supple nature: a breeze
some elegant preternatural ease.
You can't tell she's chewing by her jaw,
and she doesn't look at you, w. that maw
because she's about to drive
easing the mound, like its alive
towards her lips, covering them
with a clean white napkin , delicate femme
passing it from from lip to hand
to garbage can












its about the juicy fruit, and how she
holds it closely, elegantly
between the molars and the jaws
and i watch her, its because
of her ease, and how you cannot
tell what is happening, how she is bought
she looks forward, about to drive
and how the mound is alive
as it moves towards the white
napkine that she places, a bite
away, that white mcdonalds wimple
my love her is so simple
mouth to hand
to garbage can