One.
Ash tuft billowed, leading mischief-minded compatriots.
Luckily, unsuspecting larynx was coated.
Two.
Liquid glosses lips.
Rump roast betwixt beds of rose hips:
Here comes long pork.
Three.
Splotches leaked from orifice,
diagonal like a domino's:
remnants of my profile's presence
on sheets that would forget them.
Four. page letter,
scrawled, quickly sealed.
Five.
Lethal spray of certain lizards, from flickering,
forked tongue; enzymes rot flesh on contact.
Six.
Inch strand of lovéd mane
plastered to headboard, dreams.
By saliva of course.
