My Mouth Still Works

My mouth is small,

But somehow, my whispers fall on your ears with piercing sharpness,

A howling beast with an injured leg from my trap

Not nearly as clever as you believed.

My small mouth has spewed such toxic concoctions,

The sweetness of my small kisses the only anecdote on your scorched skin.

I applaud such a small mouth for being the last line of defense

Holding my heart from jumping out of my throat.

This small mouth has bitten off more than she can chew.

Has clenched in anger to protect your virtue

Claimed the kiss of your cigarettes

My mouth draws your cup to my lips

My tongue swirling your wine over my pallet.

Teeth have chattered in the bitter cold

Tongue clipped by an appetite for blood.

This small mouth parched for ideas so pure

Asked questions with such eager curiosity

These lips sealed for words of wisdom to quench the thirst.