I shoot my big mouth off; it just pops up! I have to learn to edit myself.
Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.
And when we finally stood up and turned to face the world, I could feel something climbing through me. I could feel it on its hands and knees inside me, rising up, rising up – and I smiled.I smiled, thinking, The hunger, because I knew it all too well.The hunger.The desire.Then, slowly, as we walked...
I can read lips. Especially if they have words tattooed on them.
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I...
So from an angry lawman’s mouth, the Outlaw Motorcyclists were born.
I want your mouth… on my mouth. Do it, or else I’ll have to find something else to kiss.
I told her I loved the howling sound of her harmonica. That seemed to be the limit of my courage that night, and even those spoken words had to struggle their way out of my mouth. It’s all very well for words to build bridges, but sometimes I think it’s a matter of knowing when...
Variación / VariationsEl remanso de airebajo la rama del eco.El remanso del aguabajo fronda de luceros.El remanso de tu bocabajo espesura de besos.*The still waters of the airunder the bough of the echo.The still waters of the waterunder a frond of stars.The still waters of your mouthunder a thicket of kisses.Translated from the Spanish by...
It is not what a poem says with its mouth, it’s what a poem does with its eyes.
In life moments arrive where the mouth becomes tongueless and the eyes become tongue!
When words are too heavy for the mouth, the soul weeps in agony
No, honestly, my mouth shouldn’t be able to function unless my brain’s engaged.
The best-trained part of us, though, is the mouth, it �is always obediently and devoutly shut. And it’s only too true: an open mouth is a yawning fact, the fact that its owner is dwelling with his few thoughts in some other place than the domain and pleasure-garden of attentiveness.
She looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth – or anywhere else.
I made a circle with a smile for a mouth on yellow paper, because it was sunshiny and bright.
Careful, Sandi. You’re about to let your bulldog mouth overload your bird-dog bite.