Be the Lips
The vein awakens the morning
and the half lip quivers
to the steps of a finger blow
away pirate kisser, lease
the sunset and the kiss
all waking dew by 6:00 am--
eternity licks off air on loose
addiction to summer breath.
It was her lips cold as the midnight
winter, stuck to the ice curve
of metal; last night's meal innocent
affair the rose of cards melts.
Is your heart giving birth to feathers?
Do you fly to the arms that haunt you?
Lips to the one, your love.
Eyes to open the spirit.
Roam.
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