ode to the open laughing mouth (poem)

one thing the bodies in my bed have told me is that I’m funny
my laugh is loud like newborn baby cry and it makes them feel wholesome
whole or something
like their bed is ours as long as I am laying in it
as long as I lie on my back and accept you as the best thing for me

and it’s funny

my open laughing mouth must be your goal
to see me wide open for swallowing 
for inhaling gulps of you 
brushing your teeth from the inside
the waiting void to pour yourself into

or whatever you’re calling that clumsy stuffing

you wonder what the same open laughing mouth looks like
screaming
and hope i don’t notice the thought flash between your eyes