Mouth

2003

I think if you
Opened your mouth wider
When you kissed me
You’d be a better singer
You’d be a better lover
Cuz you’d be letting me in
Instead of me just tapping on the glass
Like some rain soaked Raven
In the shape of a women
Just trying to get laid

You’d be molding to my shape
And letting my legs alleviate
That sharp pain in your chest
The one that shouts in protest
Everytime you linger
Too long in my warmth

Oh, I can see it like it’s Monday
In the distance we lay concave
And the most beautiful music
Is your breath inside of me

Coming in waves and waves and waves

I have the conviction to linger
Even when I hear the buzz of the timer
Telling me my time is over
My turn is ended
Onto the next distraction
Of unsatisfaction
But I wasn’t finished yet

There’s something tangeable in taste
Whenever you mold to my shape
And you let my legs alleviate
That sharp pain in your chest
That one that shouts in protest
Everytime you linger
Far too long in my warmth

In haste, you correct my assumption
That I was anything more than a conjunction
Between where you were
And where you now are
Like I was a gas station
On the side of the road
Where you refill the tank
And wash the window clean

Oh, I can see it like it’s Monday
In the distance we lay concave
And the most beautiful music
Is your breath inside of me

Coming in waves and waves and waves

I think if you
Opened your mouth wider
When you kissed me
You’d be a better singer
You’d be a better lover
Cuz you’d be letting me in

Reviews

[John D Phillips]

I... I have nothing constructive to say. This is gorgeous. The rhythms of the language, the luscious, nudging repetitions, that heady feeling of disparate senses making sense in your inferences, I just love it.