23/04/2023

my mouth

my mouth could be it that it is only for making sense for another,
turning sound into meaning.
but i find the meaning does not matter when
i put mine on yours

the green hills, what waits for me over them?
i could be hoping it is you,
but you are right beside me, no?
or is it that your mouth shut with the side of your forehead buzzing against the car window,
is that the anticipation?
or is it that my head buzzing with anticipation,
that sews my mouth?

over the green hills,
my mouth starts to open, to make sound,
but the sounds do not turn into meaning.
when it matters the most, i cannot put my mouth on yours,
and what waits for me is revealed.

try as i might,
i will never get to know you
as my mouth did yours