three sticks of gum

she liked to chew gum
while making love.
snapping it in your ears
between amorous words
and phrases.
three sticks
of Wrigley's spearmint,
hardly ever the double
bubble, though you
feel that it has
more stretchability
and is more suited
for the large bubbles
that when popped
make an explosive
annoying sound, but she
preferred stick gum
which she gnawed on
not unlike a farm animal
grazing in a pasture.
sometimes she'd ask
what's wrong, when
you lay there like a
dead person, and you'd
say. it's the gum, can
you please get rid
of the gum for a few
minutes. brother,
she'd say, then stick it
on the nightstand.
the wad hardening as you
went back to making love.