Mouths

save those pretty knees
for the men that made
those mouths you feed
circle back to me
when you remember
how to find your beast
you and me
we don't make mouths
we make memories
the mouth I need
growls and forgets
what human means
the woman I feed
arches her back
makes a mockery of modest
and a meal out of me

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Region, Country: Louisiana US, USA

Favorite Poets: Ocean Vuong

Comments

Dude

Where is everyone on this? I drove over an hour both ways and worked all day on holiday…and come home, read this and there are no comments. None of ladies have spoken their dreamy dreams. Men, take notes.

Awesome job,
Tim

Lol

Thanks man! You're too much. Boo to work on the holiday but kind thanks for taking time to read me when your day was over.

Best, IO

Heard

Yah I respect that. This piece's intended wasn't thrilled about it either but she didn't say it near as polite as you. Thank you as always for reading. I appreciate it

dear IO

I fall down at almost anything you write...AND, I Loved this poem!!!

*hugs and smiles, Cat

Thank you!

You are always so kind and supportive. Thank you for this. I'm sure I'll write something eventually you won't love. Not that I'd ever try :)

dear IO,

I always look for the good in everything, but I will always tell you my truth...

*hugs, Cat