Monosyllabic Mouths

A song of soft syllables echoes in your oval room.

A red cave where your tongue 

whisks breath and 

whips walls of flesh.

Your voice 

rippling over vowels 

like rocks on the riverbed, 

holding speech together.

Falling over the edge, 

your lips quiver,

your voice falling

like a waterfall.

A song of monosyllabic sounds

Echo in the oval atmosphere

A cave where your tongue whips breath and walls of flesh

Your words like a river roll over vowels

As if they were the rocks holding speech together.

Falling over the edge,

Your lips open to a waterfall

Your words liquid and glistening.