My turn at the library finally came up for the poetry book Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur. You may have heard of it, a debut poetry collection that made it to the New York Times bestseller list. Kaur self-published it in 2014 and it sold so well that Andrews McMeel picked it up and published it in 2015. I’m about halfway through the collection and enjoying it very much.

Maybe it’s me or maybe it’s the kind of poetry I like to read, hard to say, but I don’t often come across truly sexy poems even when the poem is about sex. You, know the kind that gives you a thrill or a flutter or makes you blush. Bestiary by Donika Kelly had one. And Milk and Honey has a particularly bookish one that you all have to know about. Most of Kaur’s poems are pretty short, some only two or three lines. This one happens to come from one of the longer poems called “how we make up.”

baby lick me.

like your mouth has the gift of reading and i’m your
favorite book. find your favorite page in the soft spot
between my legs and read it carefully. fluently. vividly.
don’t you dare leave a single word untouched. and i swear
my ending will be so good. the last few words will come.
running to your mouth. and when you’re done. take a
seat. cause it’s my turn to make music with my knees
pressed to the ground.

Oh. My.

I suspect my spam filter is going to have to work overtime after this.