Here are the more important ones, tamed by the iron tongue and mouths too dry and hot for salivation. Here are the quiet cheeks, scarred by the strokes of teeth too numb to feel how deep they sink. And here is the lost one, flying high her symmetry becomes my skin and I am bled and one again. Man,,, how she slid off the slick slide of domed dew and dripped like spit to evaporate too hot and dry to let her form frame free. Taste the danger,,, now sheÕs falling off the mountain.
