I, Stimuli

I drink her up

in two lying licks

and she speaks gauze.

While I can

peach tick tocks

for tomorrows time capsule

nuzzled ‘neath her nipple’s nightgown

she can’t

starve

off wonder.

When plastic dinosaur smiles

invade my mouth

she quicks her throat

and her face folds into flags

waving laughter

And if I eat manipulation

lollipops dazzling-tongue yumberry

she reveals

with her scythe eye

the suicide root of oleander
and weeds it out of me.