Tonight's Poet Corner: After Dinner

After Dinner
by Belinda Roddie

gray gray
obtuse angle
the way I hold my pen
and the way
you kiss me

with your arms like clamps
and your lips
scaley
from the bread you've just eaten

round and round
we tumble between the cushions
grease spittle
against my cheek
the ricochet bounce
momentum
of your teeth