I imagined his mouth
I did. It was smooth
In my mind it was sweet, I kissed it reverently
drinking in all that I was supposed to
when mouths collide.
But…amidst the saliva and the flesh
I found there was nothing…nothing precious
sacred or sanctified
It was just a silent orifice, there for a moment of pleasure
But it didn’t enrich or reward me
After all that, I had to return to the far more mundane mouth
crowded with straggling hairs and a ready smile
a wry smile
a soft twitch of the lips
but it was lined with silver, gold and an infinite…
Psalm 119 vs 72: The law of your mouth is better to me than thousands of gold and silver pieces.