lips of the queenA Poem by m.s.earlyA smile on a cool steel breeze, Forever in the eyes of the queen. Her slow silver tongue and her lips move together Like children singing in Spring. My toes dip testing her water; The strength of her current ever reaching. Her tide is a swelling melody, And I lay crashed on her beaches. If every word was beautiful, Then every one of her. Her soft tender skin, rose petals divine, Her eyes unrelenting pierce mine.
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Added on May 20, 2014Last Updated on May 20, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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