MOUTHS

Doped up & smiling all I long for

are mouths.

Twittering spitting down

throats & opening willingly...

or sometimes not.

Mouths that creep along

the pulse of my neck -

Mouths that leave me

breathing & bleeding

& oh so erect...

Mouths that envelope -

Mouths that deliver -

Mouths that swallow

me down as I shiver.

Mouths of all men...

Mouths of some women...

Mouths that remind me

of the hospital children.

Mouths that I've loved -

Mouths they surround me -

In drug induced haze they

comfound & then drown me.

Mouths can be vocal

beautiful & silent...

Mouths can tell lies

inspire, repent...

Mouths can tell truths -

I know - I've read of them.

Mouths are the center -

Mouths that we enter -

Mouths of deep caves

filled with unheard of gems.

But mouths have hurt me

with their dishonest vows...

And yet still I hunger

as when I was younger

for the treasure & pleasure

found in mythical mouths.