conversations with you

your mouth hovers open
in preparation for speech;
thoughts not yet organized.
with teeth barely poking out from above
as if clamoring for their chance in the spotlight of conversation.

if you close your mouth,
your lips still tremble as you decide
what to say:
two pairs of flesh appearing to be in a dance.

i watch your mouth so closely
because all i want is to touch my lips to yours
and taste your special amylase recipe
i've come to crave.

when the words finally do come,
in passion, you lean close
and place special pauses in all your good stories
like you're carefully crafting each syllable
for me.