Loving Men-Rodrigo (Mouth)

beardedHis mouth
is the place
I look
after I look
at his eyes.  His mouth
shapes words; winks; lies
and admits.  His mouth
shields teeth: a pair
of white ivory piano
boards, the top treble
and the bottom bass
cause a voice
of harmony; of angels
and devils; of promises
and lies; of laughter
and agony.
His mouth
is the harbor
for his tongue; laying
softly in the shell
it waits for my lips
to open the compact,
to slowly knock
on his wet lips
teasing them apart and
waiting for the incumbent
to answer my curiosity.
His mouth
is what I look at
when I can no longer
watch the truth
in his eyes.