The mystic mouth

stationary jaw
ornamental
between lifes excitement
and boredom

Thoughtful teeth
hours of light
smile at it
cloud soon arrives

Imagine
A motionless you
No wheels or limbs
Just a platter

Served to the world
by a grinning mystery

Keep that heart beating
even though the meal has started
The salt falls like sands of time
Death a sauce

Kiss spice
Lift want

served to the world
digested by the multitudes
In an attempt to sustain
a good few billion lips

flavoured words
stray tongue imprisoned now