Earlobe Por la Noche

Nibble-nut.
Hung like a droplet before lemming the leaf and
entering the mouth.
Splash. The outline is traced
in-between lips and liquid fricatives—
this suction smiles,
tensing the weighted globe tenser.

Tease the waiting globe please.
Teach the inner adult
theories by ideas by
tongues: some motion-purr-mumbles.
Cajole and hum that saggy flesh,
then trounce it like a papal bull
(minus Aquinas)
out of silence,
out of whisper,

out of earshot.