mouth

June 26, 2009 at 5:53 pm Leave a comment

it drools

over the tenderness of bread

the charcoal smell of meat

the mayonnaise, tomatoes, lettuce, cheese

cheese

it licks itself

waits for hands to lift them closer

so it can open

teeth readied like sharpened swords

to bite down

like a tired head sinking into pillow

what it wants is simple

flavours spreading along the tongue’s razor edge

to the back of the throat

where a swallow waits to bring closure

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