Lolita, my love

As my tongue pronounced: Lolita
Lolita
that essential sound
low lee tuh

a christmas gift
to my brain
that tired, foul, fragile organ
nervously encapsulating
a careless skull

As my selfish tongue
raped the name: Lolita
I thought of love
of hermaphrodites
and asexuals
I
thought of a repeated thought that pokes a straw in my skull
while sucking
on and on
and smirking
breathing
like a child

there goes, up and up
sprinkles of over analyzed
cryptonized
chastised and crystallized
brain-matter

And some days Lolita matters...

some days, it escapes my tongue
lost in a kiss lock
bodies dipped in alcohol
only dipped-
not itself
not in love.