Porpoise Mouth

The white ducks fly
All past the sun
Their wings flap silver at the moon

While waters rush down the mountaintops
My [? ] plays circus tunes

I dance to the wonders of your feet
And I sing to the joy of your knees
The cold white dress on the mountain crest
[? ] the frozen tree

The maple-[? ] in the sky
It seems to kiss the wind
While scores of glittering [? ] [? ]

I whistle symphonies of your face
And laugh
For your hair is so fine

In startled reeds
Of playground grass
A child jumps rope to [? ]

Reeds and grass
The marching drum
They make a joyous sound

She bends low with lust and love
And falls [? ] on the ground

I hunger for your porpoise mouth
And stand erect for love
The sun burns up the winter sky
And all the earth is love