My brother is a woman’s favorite saltlick.
He is dear.
A darling of the social scene;
Slick with tongue and wit.
His wick, crisp for ones waxy brass tailbone to burn.
This is the part when
His heart opens for she who could be a champion.
The balance for benevolent bullies.
Their kisses will taste like gumbo and forgiveness.
Their embrace; wafts of cumin and hand grenades.
The world will be happy to watch them explode.