Your Mouth

Floating in the free space your mouth flutters The code to opening horizons To words that have no sounds its all in the way you move about stretch your toes and pout they float Red and swollen Trying to say what must be said Bursting with sentences stitched to the clouds at days end the chains fall away The breakers foam at the edges Make it pulse with fresh blood opening Ripe as a fruit from the tree itself Wake from your sleeping wonder And see what is here and now Know that the door is open The window too There are infinite possibilities and endless ways to go