Warm lips,
Merely flesh and blood
Yet, as they graze our cheeks,
Our ears, our neck
Arousing thought
Heaven-inspired
And as they whisper forgiveness
Encouragement and hope
Pleading for the same in return,
As they, with nothing but half-words
Cradle our hearts in the palm
Of contentment
As they murmur,
A thousand miles away
While reading these lines
As they pulse with the longing to be kissed
And as they turn to smile bravely
In spite of life
We know, it is not lips
Merely flesh and blood lips
But love
The tender out-pouring of self
That makes life beautiful
And I love you
Janet Martin
I am so glad I came across your blog - it has been a delight reading your poetry. I especially like this one - its soooo romantic and dreamy and lovely flow of words. Beautiful! :)
ReplyDeleteDee; thank-you so much for visiting and for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteI loved this, M
ReplyDeleteThank-you M.
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