Natural History of the Mouth

Salt calls to water.
          Water calls to the moon.
The moon's whips consume
          old amputations in the blood.
And blood is only another 
          name for hunger, or that
which calls to the beautiful 
          stars. It wants to adorn  
itself with them—as teeth,
         or brilliant lights, emerald 
on the edges of foam.
        Water parts to let
the body in. What a height
       it's fallen from!  It can't
help opening in surprise
       or shock or wonder.