Wet Conversation

Wet Conversation

We were
in the middle
of seemingly
polite conversation
when
I'm not sure
what set her off
but she started salivating
as if she were
contemplating something
extra juicy.  

As we talked,
the streams
of saliva
dribbled down
in cascading drivelets
of creamy icing
in the most tantalizing way,

as if she had little
or maybe no control
over it
at all

until she finally
excused herself
and said
she had to go
as she reached over,
raised her arm
to her face,
and
with her elbow
erased the slobber
from her mouth
and chin.

"Anytime,"
I noted,
"…..an-y-time."