Not Too Subtle

sexy doesn’t have to be subtle
it can be so sweet sometimes
thoughts frazzle like candy floss
webs for forward fingers

to flick apart– inhibitions
gone birdbrained, extinct.
no offense to the dinos:
i’m convinced they were clever,

quite. not me so much
though. you’re telling me
to “go with the flow”?
oh–no! i see which way

this story leads. you’re
a nice person, i know, i‘m sure.
i think so; no doubt you mean
no harm to anyone, though

in a pinch, i wonder if
you’re the best one to handle
crisis. let’s hope it doesn’t come
to that. i listen to you

way too much. i’m encouraging,
that’s my downfall. you’re so
cute when you want a shoulder
to cry on. i’m pouring hot tea

into you like mother’s milk 
and all the while i wonder
what your lips, sweet’n’
lowed, taste like. that mouth,

caffeinated, goes on
and on. oh, and if i stop
it with my breasts? danger!
salt and saccharine, mingled

explosive. wet cries,
confessions, rain outside,
us, ill-advised, a tangle
of limbs, musk. sympathy at dusk.

too too cute. nothing subtle.
so knowingly hapless,
i’ll advise you nothing. just take
what you came for, sweets and all.