Thy LipsA Poem by Michael G. SmithEdits, inspirations and collaboration by/with YumnaKay Thy lips, Wet roses; milk pink. Pillows, silks and sighs... sounds of a river’s dance, soft as quiver’s cry. Thy lips, Red velvet frosting cinnamon drip'd; over strawberry fields forever and ever wine, rise nude blood moons cryptic each scarlet pills blaze this tongue of mind. Thy lips, Apollo's chariots across my sky Shooting stars in fervor nova blaze blown kisses as cupid's arrows fly, pierce melting doubts into outerspace Thy lips, Greater molds God canst cast; Tiffany’s chandelier hanging priceless like ruby sands trap'd in an hourglass Visions and limbos of vertigo's oasis Thy lips, blush wishes mist from Aladdin's lamp; serendipitous to a lover shy. thy touch from heart to soul benevolent ; as first laid dew in morning's light Thy lips, burgundy bottle cork'd sum'r days; messages braille in fuzzy sips. Tasting tickles of fuchsia ferment grapes. As the crimson licorice twizzle licks Thy lips, sweet honeysuckle intoxicates, as does wisp of plum upon my skin. Hot breaths saturates as whispers bate; lava erupting from hearts deep within. Thy lips, Red ribbons at the ends 'rouse wrap ornate; unwrap'd, petals gift free in austral poem writ Oracles, tea leaves chase to kismet an' fate, Branding iron's final touch imprints upon this fragile spirit. © 2017 Michael G. SmithReviews
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