They mouth love's language. Gnash The thirteen teeth Your lean jaws grin with. Lash Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh. Love's breath in you is stale, worded or sung, As sour as cat's breath, Harsh of tongue. This grey that stares Lies not, stark skin and bone. Leave greasy lips their kissing. None Will choose her what you see to mouth upon. Dire hunger holds his hour. Pluck forth your heart, saltblood, a fruit of tears. Pluck and devour! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS HEART AND MIND by EDITH SITWELL THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT |