Dedicated to this guy...


Your lips

Your words stung.
They were so true,
why didn't anybody say that before?
why did I wait so long
to find somebody
who saw right through me?
The defensive outer shell
that I present to the opposite sex.
You saw right through me that night.
And that hurt me more than your hands,
your lips.
Your lips with your stubble,
that scratched mine – my lips were raw for days.
Reminding me of you – raw and pure.
You and true.



Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2007-06-12 at 15:20

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I agree in what Rob G. just wrote.
An excellent read! Welcome on the bay, Lea!
2007-06-12


Rob Graber
This is pretty amazing. The parallelism between stubbly lips: wounded, raw lips on the one hand, and harsh words: hurt feelings on the other hand, is extraordinary. Bravo!
2007-06-12