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A Poem on Your Lips

At the dawn of the morning

There’s a poem on your lips,

And before you lose it yawning,

I steal it with a kiss.

Now I hold it in my cheeks

And I swill the words around,

Tasting for a lyric,

Feeling for a sound.

I swim around the adverbs,

My tongue a sailing ship,

Defining jumbled letters;

Swirling nouns onto my lip.

 

Cheeks swelling with possibilities,

Searching for the niceties.

 

What treasures do the lyrics hold?

I press them down:

Underline, and bold,

Then swallow them whole.

 

I think they spelled: “I love you”.

 

How. Un. Original.

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Isobel

Tue 13th Jul 2010 06:59

Yes - that is a lovely life affirming poem with originality as has already been said.

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Tue 13th Jul 2010 06:32

It's brilliant zion, I love it.

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Lynn Dye

Mon 12th Jul 2010 21:26

Completely agree with Cynthia and Dave, wonderful idea and it flows so well too.

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Dave Bradley

Mon 12th Jul 2010 19:13

Terrific. So imaginative

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 12th Jul 2010 18:58

Not at all. Extremely original, and charming. Fine diction and melody.

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