look up, open wide
I sigh in wet clouds stumbling,
shedding rain from my tongue
and snowflakes from my teeth.
Storms slip, rings from my lips:
my churning kisses to the earth.
I smile lightning, laugh thunder, spit hail;
let Heaven help you when I frown.
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