Mouth

A shot glass is
a wide mouth opened.
Whiskey
glistens in the gape
of narrow, moist lips:
amber tonsils,
tongue,
and teeth
flanked by frosted cheeks.
A quick sweep of the hand
unites glass, liquid,
flesh.

A hot, liquid bite
spreads warmth,
licks at my brain,
gnaws
at my fingertips,
and clenches
my stomach
in the grip of its
smile.
B.

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