the vanishing

one line poem after Meg ’s Chalkboard prompt (Kathy Jacobs — with thanks to you both )

Cupped to the rim, lipped to dregs cast and dyed of a telling between thighs, of all that could betray the vanishing kissed to the wet, of original skin; lick to the crawl of air in sticky space, dissolving between mouths held to their tentative addictions: plunged, drowned, soaked: Abandon, shed to an interior beyond the craft of sin, like a discarded courtyard lined by their ancient leather.