Your Mouth, Her Mouth Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Not so long a time too bold,
Your mouth
Her mouth
That flames with a fire -
A purified flame,
The ivies sprawl
Upon your mouth
The snakes coil your tongue,
In a serpent’s fashion.

Your mouth,
Her mouth
That buds like a bouquet
Of myrtles sodden
Inside the ocean that whirs
Inside your barbed mouth.

Here the trellises die,
And millions of men
Sleep – in a gush of mad passions
And fervor.
Your mouth
Her mouth,
A vacuum that tolls with a clout.
Upon a landscape
Of gossamer floors,
A flame of words,
A rubbish of trains
And a beauty cradled
Are exulted upon the clocks
And filthy hands.