Plump Lips
That was the summerof my plump lips,
I had a little pulse
that thumped
right in the middle
on the bottom,
you ran a finger
and tied my
hair in a knot,
said I unravelled
your heart,
brought me dead flowers
because love revives
and we were so alive.
You were my crazy
pine nut crushing time,
picking herbs,
I called you Oregano
you called me Saffron,
I came in strands
and gave you colour,
you livened up my palate,
dodging dishes
and wishing.
We tracked sand
put shells by the door,
you tipped your marijuana
leaves and left by the back.
With a wind chime calling,
I saw you challenging the sea,
with blue lips calling,
we kissed and
you gave me a token
of sea lavender
that I kept on
the saxophone playing cats,
until a cruel wind
blew it away.
As knowing you
was knowing me,
l miss our plump lips
and kissing, loving.
I miss making spaghetti,
watching us straight
and shape,
you added salt,
I liked mine bare,
staring, I wore shades
but now I miss the glare
of loving you
you loving me
and all is all,
occasionally inbetween.
I wish my lips
were as plump,
I wish my heart
was just a jump
of feeling you
and feeling me.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-09-28 at 18:03
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