seduction of the less-transient and less-resilient

i speak slow.

slower.

slower now. steady pitch, restrained inflection. to elongate my rubbery words i bite their ends and let gravity pull them from my teeth. my head assumes the sloping position for casting eyelid shadows. a sly contortion of neck swells the white that separates the grin of my iris and lower lashes. i gaze up at you from below, from inside your cage of ribs. from the very bottom of the pit of your stomach and up through your telescope throat. look at me. look. at. me. i see you, hello. i smile like i know something you don't. pressed-lip smile, all your secrets are in my cheekbones.