Lips

Lips prose poem

Uploaded by Amy Beth Parravano


These lips felt a first kiss
These lips tasted chocolate and lipstick
These lips pressed against a windowpane…
My lips smart from the sting of cold winter’s air
My lips so parched; dry; chapped…the hot summer sun left it there

My lips make me smile
My lips make me pout
These lips that make me frown, when pursed can make a whistle sound!
These lips that are mine have met you one time
These lips that are pink were never black or white
My lips now are soft, once were thin
My lips are my skin and form the words that are within……me
My lips can be sealed but now they are not

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