Chocolate

‘God, you smell good’
my hoarse voice muffled
in Fay's smooth soft throat

I don't want to kiss her
just yet

I can still taste the wards
in my mouth

Penny-Jenny's BO
has been scouring
my poor nose
all day

and my brain aches
in my tired tight skull.

Oh, Fay, tonight
spare me
your spitting politics
spare me
all demands

be my sweet sugar fix
just
be my mute chocolate.