He Snores

In his nostrils, air convulses, vortexes of violent wet wind

hurricanes every heave of his chest, emphysema-black gasps,

as his tongue licks, laps and lip smacks. Symphonies

of saliva ring soggy, each inhale he struggles

in the dark, hollow shudders,

Typhoons of sawed logs penetrate

buds, pillows, plugs,

minuet up unwilling

earlobes to wiggle

moist lullabies

languorous

slow

sticky

sighs.