He doodles up a melting tiger on her fingertips
plums her ear to the rug pissing on a man
as his meteor shrinks against a penny cobweb
just some of all that he doesn't want to say slipping
through his teeth's wire fence, down his cheery overall,
mixing with marshmallow roots in a pot of pink sweat,
that swirls the sponge and iron tongue talkin-Stop!
she says, Stop! Why this queen dove chat, she says,
I'm just a pigeon, she says, and your just a rat -
lets just listen to the aurora between us.