Saliva

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.