Mouth to Mouth (poem for my coffee cup #22)

When you look at me with your mouth All I can be is a mouth New days are old, Reduplicated affectings of lips, teeth, and fluid That scorch and squeal My palate, my tongue Mouths only know in the solid state Erotic, immediate, fleeting, and insufficient I have to keep coming back I have to get close I have to be seen By your indifferent gaze cast in plastic