The Mouth of the
By Barbara West
The mouth of the
young radio host,
moist as the
boy next door
I hear his goodness
and eagerness,
his faceless beauty
close to the microphone
close to my neck
The mouth of the
young radio host,
moist as the
boy next door
I hear his goodness
and eagerness,
his faceless beauty
close to the microphone
close to my neck
