I admire

that you lick your finger

to get the last of the lint

from the dryer-filter

when the clothes are

all warm and ready.

I enjoy

the way you lick your fingers

to clean the chocolate frosting

from them

after you’ve topped your fudge cake,

all fresh and warm and ready,

from the oven.

It reveals an inclination towards fruition,

the completion of the task… at hand.

I love,

yes, love is the word,

the way you lick your fingers

after you wipe my juice

from your lips with those fingers

and then,

you,

all warm and ready,

kiss me,

we,

both,

knowing ,

only half the evenings enterprise

is done.