MOUTHS

(a postmodern sonnet)

Let our mouths be a sanctuary found,
A place where loving selves may come to rest.
With willing throats and passioned tongues unbound,
Where we anointed are and ever blessed.

For we have found all recent pleasures there,
And come to know that other’s deepest wants.
Our caves where we have stripped each other bare
And flavors of our souls found sacred haunts.

For rare have we employed love’s angry taste,
And let it bitter spill across our lips,
But rather we have shown love’s measured pace,
And drunk that other’s wine in measured sips.

So in my mouth may your true refuge find,
And I in yours that other of my kind.