Lips
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You are right
And I’m wrong
Like a bad song
I keep my lips tight
And my face as long
As I can all year long.
Eyes like sparkling diamond seas
Reflecting the light from my stars
Shining beams of admiration
Or curiosity
Shine on my cheeks in the dimly lit auditorium of this moment
Feel the warmth of my love
It is in these actions
when my mind
makes me realize
maybe a place
called heaven can exist
Lips
breathe the breath of life
save me
from drowning
in an abyss
Only when a lion is poked and prodded
does it turn and roar.
Only when a whisper is spat on and silenced
does it turn into a scream.
Only when a life is faced with death
does it become meaningful.
Sense
September 7, 2018 ~ Friday
Little lips
Little bits of me, the tips
Of where all words begin and end
Little place to hide my insides
Your pink, rosey lips
delicately fell onto the bones of my hips.
Your beaming, bright smile
can send my heartbeat and I traveling over a mile.
Your dainty, lingering fingertips,
could repair sinking ships.
A woman's mouth approaches the screen
so zoomed in
Red lines of blood
chapped lips let out a dry whisper
"everything looks so bright"
A cool breeze dances on your neck's back
Your lips
– Gateway to your heart –
So thin, so pink, so tender,
Like rose petals;
Wet are they not with dew
But with nectar,
The eternal and the sweetest amrita.
I have a heart
I have eyes
but
I have never loved in this way
but seen love
or what my heart
& eyes feel love must be
two lips
four lips
or more lips
You look beautiful when asleep;Perfect nose, painted eyes And it's really hard to describe those lips : your lips are in fact a dream,a dream to fall in and never wake from.Alive ,breathing, like a red peony.
I don't care about
how your lips look like
but for me your pink lips are
unending waterfall of sweet nectar
that I wish to suck to quench thirst
of my distraught mind
I wish to fall asleep
Green eyes stare back into mineand time becomes lostWe talk under starshineThough tomorrow we'll pay the cost
And there she stood.
Mascara running down her face.
Her hair knotted in soaked locks.
Clothes, wet, clinging to her body.
Every curve and feature magnified.
He’d never seen a creature more beautiful
My lips are chapped
and peeling
and blistered
and red
and sore
and raw
but soft
and plump
and full
and pink
and curvy
and luscious
and perfect
the softness of your lips,
sends shivers down my spine
one kiss,
and my heart is frozen
by such as bliss,
as this by lips
is a icy infatuation,
I remember the first kiss,
Cold and tasteless.
Just like his glass lips.
Not only did his glass lips kiss
They spoke.
That is something thing that I miss,
His glass lips speaking meaningless shit.
In your arms,
that's where I want to be.
Your lips on mine
make me melt everytime.
When I hear the words 'immortal',
I think of my love for you.
Never ending.
Unchanged.
Forever.
tears of eyes are
valuable
speech of lips are
powerful
heart with love
is beautiful
life with friends
is most wonderful
A brush of his plumps makes thy drown in thought.
Savoring sweets off thy flesh though aren't dame.
Melting in cold hands one's soul does not rot.
Embracing, peering at movement in frame.
When people told me being black was a form of inferiority
I wanted to hate white people,
I wanted to tear apart my own brown bones,
Spreading through the clatter of mismatched words,
And unclaimed, dusted culture,
