Teeth

I can’t sink my teeth into this flesh anymore
My mouth opens wide with anticipation
I feel it reach and grab to hold onto something
I feel it’s hunger snap at the air
Push edges into softness
Pushing ridges into flesh
It is too hard to open my mouth this wide now
Its hunger is too strong
I can’t bite anymore
I can’t stand the joy of the flesh pressing hard into my teeth
And then its absence as it retreats
It’s the leaving
The pain
The emptiness
The teeth connect to the heart
The teeth connect to the heart
It’s in the teeth
The missing tooth is the secret
In the gap is the key
The teeth push the release
Pressure on the teeth open more then the mouth

The eyes are easy
I do not care for the eyes
The eyes are for the every one else
They hold no power over me
The eyes are easy to make lie
It’s a myth they are the windows to the soul
That’s only true if the soul is weak
For the eyes are weapons of disguise
For the complicated of heart
It’s not the eyes, it’s the teeth
To put fingers into mouth
To surrender flesh takes more will, more strength
Slip your hand, your skin, your flesh
To take what you have, what you need
To place it in the care of another who is made up of sharp edges

When all things slip back
Way back into the softness, the blackness
The darkness
The eyes are easy to make lie
The eyes long for attention
They need to be looked at to survive
Ah, but the teeth need to eat
So the teeth can lie too
There is no truth in the body

And the thoughts of these things make me shift in my chair
make my body retract and my blood pause in its path
the blood is expanding making my insides tighten
It is the fault of the teeth and the eyes
They are the ones who need so much
Their wanting pulls me from sleep at night
Their wanting pushing my body into another’s

The hands live so far from the heart and soul
They feel only for themselves
The hands are selfish and hold no allegiance to anyone
Fickle and prone to fits of fancy
Stupid fucking hands make empty promises
Hands, hands, hands
So quick to grab, so quick to let go
Hands, hands, hands
Why can’t you be more like the feet?

And the head hurts with knowledge of the details
The head is a danger to all
Cringe, cringe, cringe
The head doesn’t forget the details even if it tries
The body will remind it
Hands cling to soft, eyes seek the beauty, mouth craves the sweet
And this all gets reported to the poor head

And the fucking lips that form phrases that are not true
These ears, these god damned ears
They are trained
They are so simple and trainable the ears are dumb
They don’t know what they like or want
They can grow accustomed to myths and adjust

The mind will think up anything it can to execute its plan
The teeth must be a lie
And the mouth wants to taste something new
And the flesh wants hard not soft
And the ears want to be left alone

Fits of fancy
Fits of fancy
Fits of fancy
Fits of fancy
Until you can’t breathe anymore