There it is again
That flame of pain inside my lower lip
Every time I sip cold water
Or think of you
It is never gone
The love tattoo lingers on my tongue
where my filed tooth has caught the skin
Every time I think of you
mouth
Foot
They walked from the foot of the hill to its head. Nobody had told them the volcano was still live – and then the mouth
Verbs in your mouth
Tongue roll smooth verbs round your mouth like cool pebbles, massaging your tongue and making lips smile. Then clean cut facets that tingle, nettle mint stingle, the sharpness, the crevice, the crack.
simonsalento 