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A Week of Reading Lips
by Kristina Woodhill
Approach a shut-tight
metal white garage door
on a day that screams ninety-eight degrees
and rising, rising,
trying to touch a scorching sun
that's already got its finger tips
singed and smokin' jalapenos;
you'll understand the pain
of reflection,
beg for another way in,
for a glacier's slow seeping
deflection;
set your lover's lips
on pause
or glimpse Icarus
in your rear view
and brave
the fall
07/01/2016 Author's Note: Dedicated to George Hoerner (Lips) and Dawn Davidson (Lips Tell All) for their inspiration this week
Posted on 07/01/2016
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/01/16 at 10:02 PM I loved it lady!!! I dream of all the lips I have been fortunate enough to "know"!! The memories are delicious in themselves!! But then I've always been told I am a romantic! |
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