Your parted lips
do not taste
Of sugar
nor of salt
Neither
these
thorned roses
nor
stormy seas
My ****** angel,
Could ever compare
To thee
Your parted lips
do not taste
Of sunshine
nor of glare
But of the blazing
almighty Sun itself
(the divine source of light at a noon's twelve)
Blossoming blisters
on my tongue
Erupting volcanoes
are the pores
on my skin
at your
touch
You do not taste
of regret
But of promise
from the past
A mystery that sipped in
through murky wine
you are dark
disastrous delight
at first
&
at last
Unbelievably
(mine)
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
Your parted lips
do not taste
Of sugar
nor of salt
Neither
these
thorned roses
nor
stormy seas
My ****** angel,
Could ever compare
To thee
Your parted lips
do not taste
Of sunshine
nor of glare
But of the blazing
almighty Sun itself
(the divine source of light at a noon's twelve)
Blossoming blisters
on my tongue
Erupting volcanoes
are the pores
on my skin
at your
touch
You do not taste
of regret
But of promise
from the past
A mystery that sipped in
through murky wine
you are dark
disastrous delight
at first
&
at last
Unbelievably
(mine)
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