Full of Teeth

My mouth is full of teeth

After you kiss me

And I hear the birds of the mornin’

I hear their notes outpourin’

My back is bristled by your beard

And your breath, come nearer

And I taste the skin of your finger

On your knuckles, I will linger

The sky is comin’ through

She holds a bird or two

And I let fall the light of the window

For sleep I cannot go to

Yeah, this husk is full of life

And life herself is growing ripe

And since my mouth is so full of teeth

After you kiss me

I will devour, I will devour

Summer 2007, Toronto