From Your Lover's Lips
- kwabenagyane
- Aug 7, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: 1 day ago
From your lover's lips
I heard
Your words are
Soft, robed in fine silks
To me
They are
Hard, wearing stone suits
From your lover's lips
I heard
Your touch is
Warm, a dazzling summer sun
To me
It is
Cold, scarlet frost in December's tomb
From your lover's lips
I heard
Your eyes
Shine, melted agates caught in lovely heat
To me
They are
Dull, broken cherts idly sitting in water
From your lover's lips
I heard
Your hands
Move, caught in the wind's caresses
To me
They are
Still, shackled to the dozing clouds
From your lover's lips
I heard
Your kisses are
Many, silver dew drops blown onto flesh
To me
They are
Few, rainfall locked by dry monsoons
From your lover's lips
I heard
Your heart is
Full, a quivering table holding Eros' feast
To me
It is
Empty, a field undressed by famine
From your lover's lips
I know
Your love for me is old
Why then,
Do you
Always find your way home
To me?
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