I’ve decided that I’m going to do my own thing instead of following the prompt from NaPoWriMo afterall.
Here’s my Day Two poem:
Monotony Turns You On
When nouns and verbs mean nothing,
it is safer to escape the sounds
and explore the saliva drizzle
in the corner of your lover’s
mouth while she speaks.
Even though you can’t actually see her.
She is there, and so is the saliva.
This could be considered a disgusting
sentiment, but you know where else her saliva
has been so it shouldn’t bother you.
Save the bother for the readers.
Save the spider webbing for dessert.
The monotony of mouth-corner saliva
turns you on more than PlayBoy,
so stop playing. Boy. Girl. Both.
Because even when the nouns and verbs
mean absolutely nothing
her mouth is and will always be