Two invisible excuses for lips
Brandish this travesty of a face of mine.
What a disheartening position to be in
When the only form of kiss that is to be feasible
Is the kind that one can only receive...
But what if one could devise a way
To give a kiss by some other means?
What if there was a way to paint without a paintbrush?
Could colors merely appear where no others reside?
Is it only from beauty that other beauty can be instilled?
What is it that makes a kiss, a kiss?
The touch?
The warmth?
The texture?
The imprint?
How can I possi—
—You reached your boney excuse for a hand
Over to plug the floodgate in my face.
Your fingers kissed my cheek
And rippled a dimple beneath them
Like a leaf to a pond.
Author notes
Shush up all of you, I loved writing this.... so you are therefore disentitled to take that away from me.
Written January 11th, 2005
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Mwahaha... You helpless flounce! I'm sure you loved writing it, I loved reading it. Exciting piece! (tsk, who would have thought!)
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Your poem kissed my mind. This is wonderful,as yours always are,Rob



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