Sticky I am,

on the hot side

of damned,

awaiting

a whisper

in my ear.

With You near,

I suck

the nectar

of real.

(To You: Seeing JJ Gray Saturday, wondering if You may recall in my car on the side of the road under a bridge in Chicago, when I had You in my mouth, a song played…I’ll give it to you again and see if You remember better then;)