finishedd a bock

After gasps
the spreading
openness

(end of a
forward thrust)

into myself, flopped
sidelike to sleep.

I'm still awake
just to keep
it in my arms

rub the spine
(damp palmsweat)

smell the
opening, brush
red
lips on pages

words dribbling
from my mouth

wait, let it linger, multiply
recombine with mine

to be released as a child of the tongue