Dab my Wet Mouth,Wet

Your antelope ears and wrinkled persona!
Your grand entrance and bifocal’d leisure!
The habits of your style
are the blessing at the table.
Your hands of porcelin,
the super age of the sensory.

I am the kingdom blind
the sensible and perverse
the one who takes all the willows
willingly down to the shelter
for shelter
those bursts after bursts of experience.
I learn well.
And so should you.