Congested, a New Intimacy

[71degrees]

Are windows solid?
Drop, glass--
drip like snot
out a curry nostril.
Sag on your weight--don’t shatter.

Could heads be shaped
like greenhouses
instead of hallways?

We know to break space
is to sprint,
to fill it--to speak,
but to navigate?

The passage lengthens;
my lips unknown.
the silence is war
drums tapped by
a thought:
I wanna slip my tongue up your nose.

Anyone who can write about snot and congestion and make it interesting is okay with me You know, curry is so spicy (to some) that it brings the acuteness of this to a sharpness. When I whiff a "hot" spice, my nose ruffles and I almost always sneeze.

I'm not really sure what's happening but the fact you want to lick that nose is enough for me to visualize a scene, even if it might be gross and disgusting.

I like this, but I don't. It's making me guess too much.