Open Mouth

Speaking tongues,

I bow to the holiness,

seen in every drop of

energy that passes

through my irises,

smiling eyes

between strangers,

the ancient ones

teaching the young ones

to breathe,

the ivy on the windows

keeps us reverberating

the sunshine,

the fire-breathing

lightning,

in the twilight hours,

reminds us

of dragons,

and that great magic,

unknown to most,

still living,

and aches to be heard.

Wide open mouths

hypnotic,

casting spells,

whispers of goddesses

in the nighttime,

sipping sweet

elixirs of

honeysuckle,

venom,

sex magic and

murmuring moans,

dripping secrets,

licking your divinity

heavy,

slowly show you

your own beauty and power.

Cacophony

with bright liquors,

spirits howling out

the night

in voodootown.

I thank my brethren

for your

truth and sharp teeth.

Listening to the

old trees language,

they twist out their

spoken words,

vibrant,

for those willing

to learn from

something above

themselves and

the lies of all the sick

TV screens.

My third eye

throbs

with such a

delightful pounding,

deep up against my spine,

and through me,

sweeping in ecstasy,

strangers and lovers

alike,

float through

my fancy bones,

I crave to see

you lifted up,

Cheshire grins of delight,

in the moody

marvelous

maddening

moonlight,

dancing jouissance

with open eyes.