the weather of the mouth

the duplicity of language, 

working topic 

towards the succinctness of understanding. 

while the other part, 

working tone,

toward expandedness of feelings.

let's suppose, 

they attempt to meet ongoingly.

neither overstating

yet emphasis of one, fronts the other.

topics always seem like clouds passing

while feelings exist like water sights,

rivers, streams, ponds, or even ocean views.

that is, unless it is metaphorically raining.

topics are not that breathtaking 

and when it does rain, so to speak,

I just want to 

run out and play in the rain.

that's when life is real,

that person's aliveness is inspiring.

I even take a mist as relevant 

in the same way.

sure snowstorms count

but that plays as something quite different,

beyond what the metaphor represents.

no, I want summer rains,

torrents of interactions. 

wet as forms of agreement.

splash as retorts,

naked as an eventual outcome,

understanding as nudity appreciated

and languaging,  

as the weather of the mouth . . .