HIS MOUTH

His Mouth

His mouth

Fascinates my eyes

Draws them there against their will,

Captures them, taunts them, holds them

Mesmerized.

I don’t know what it is

About that mouth

It rarely speaks, it only speaks

What it wills, his, not mine

For what I will, it will not say.

But when I walk away

From his unspoken words

My hopeless eyes fill up with tears

And before I can stop them

They turn me ’round to look at his mouth

Again.

©by Voo

May 08

for david