your teeth, like sea-pearls, have their own special gleam
i love the spit that gathers 'round their edges, and moves
through their cracks, like foam seeking sand, wet living
you've given me speech, silence, kisses, all from this
portal called mouth, connected, el dente, to heart
mind swinging rope over river, saliva collides
with ideology and you spit out the genius and gruel.
i'm no fool, and i'll honor a close-lipped moment
mollusk at peace, verbiage relieved and gestating
in the rest, will not grieve the downtime, take heed
and enjoy the changes in gradations, so that when
the doors, horizontal and slanted just so, on the plane
called your face, dearly beloved place, open up
and show me their newest fluids, as you parcel
out the fruit of language in your delivery and gifts
to me, i will adore, i will listen, while they glisten,
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