Jaw Harp

beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love an instrument whose song comes from within a pluck, the kiss upon the lips my meditation, a distant lawn mowing bring me syllables served in porcelain cups and the shaman knew its cosmic worth a healing voice like a Tuvan’s throat deep flames that crackle in the hearth or further down to magma’s note the twang, its cry articulates with the warming drizzle of chocolate