Anthi’s Cheeks

I count every thread of hair on your head

Before I kiss you, good night, my Anthi

Only to see you again in our dream

Where on a cloud I carry you to bed

Kissing and loving you like all Plantae

As you murmur with reddened cheeks and beam.

I kiss your cheeks but your mouth entices

M; I mean me, to move my lips lower

Into it before thinking endlessly

Of your other cheeks and their messages

Which circulate consistently slower

As I mislay myself relentlessly.

Where is your pussy during all this time?

’Tis in my mind waiting for the right rhyme.