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When first we met
I thought
She seems nice
Long dark hair
To match her humor
Long legs to
Show
Sensuality
But what I missed
At first
I miss the most
Now.
The flower on her face
That hides her teeth
Two lips
The top curved
Like ocean waves
The bottom thick
And full
A moist strawberry
Ready for plucking.
I missed them at first
But not at second
For
I gave her a picture
Of three tulips
The innuendo like
A secret kiss
The joy of her
Accepting them
Diminished only by the
Later joy
Of touching those
Two red clouds
Of perfection
Outlined on the angelic white
Sky
Of her face
After the sunset
Of lipgloss, mascara and
Blush had faded
Or else washed away,
More like a rainbow
Leading down to
A pot of gold
Those two lips.
When they part
In laughter
Perhaps birds do sing
But it is when they
Part
In commiseration
In the act they were
Intended for
The tactile attack
Against two worthy foes
That the silence rushes
In
Shouts
Out
"Quiet!"
And when the battle
Fades, the two soldiers
Pull back,
The ringing in my ears is
Too intense
I am reborn
To a blank-slate mind
The last image fading
There merest scent of honey
Or detergent
Softness...
The last cognition
Until, nothing.
So back to the battle I
must go
It is an eternal
Struggle
Lip vs. lip vs. lip vs. lip
One on top, now another
A nibble, a bite!,
Now just gentle pressure,
Then later,
They are gone, is all lost?
My at-work mind, still
Blank,
Repeats the four-choice mantra,
But it never leaves the
Memory mist
Of her two lips
Never strays
From the memory haze
Of lip and lip on
Lip and lip
Two-lip tulips
Ever blooming
In the garden
Of my heart.