Two Lips

Posted on September 23, 2016 by

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You look so new tonight.

I remember those wild lips….that

I was frightened to kiss.

 

Then,

 

I’ve never listened to my fears

Passing by them, feeling

My triumph from meager beginnings

The medieval beginnings of us

Into an age of reason

Our passionate verse becoming

Sensible prose

Materializing into a lucid love

 

Yet,

 

My fears have defeated me

Into states of wilted forms

Unable to stop the trampling

Nights of tears, the years

That can only be blamed upon myself

And the rigid forms of uncertainty

Established by a host of rules

Stretched out in never ending handwriting

Powerless to put the right words together

 

Our undoing?

 

I find it funny, that all I wanted

Was a calmness, a quietude

A place

Between your Anthropocene blankets

Use what literature we have

Sing as poets

Plot as fiction

 

And now,

 

You appear to me tonight

With your face fresh, blushed

Warmer than before

Almost feverish

I don’t know these familiar lips 

Perhaps, I never did

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36 Comments on “Two Lips”

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  7. So carefully calculated. Each line an explosion of informed, unconfused passion. Deft and simple. Congratulations, Sir, you are an incredible writer.

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  9. This poem grows with reading and re-reading – deep!
    Like ‘Flashlight batteries’ above, I was drawn to the lines:
    ‘And the rigid forms of uncertainty
    Established by a host of rules
    Stretched out in never ending handwriting…’
    Thanks for your like and follow on my blog, I’m looking forward to reading more of yours.

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  21. The quake of anticipation. A desire not raging. Looking for that gentle kiss so full of familiar passion. Then the surprise. There is pleasure in newness, and safety when the new springs from the once familiar.

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  25. And the rigid forms of uncertainty
    Established by a host of rules
    Stretched out in never ending handwriting
    Powerless to put the right words together

    These lines are the ones that resonated with me. The lack of control in life can be so challenging.

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  30. Young love is so different than mature love that has been crammed into a certain shape or form. Years later, you miss the freedom of how it used to flow, and find yourself looking into the familiar eyes (lips?) of a stranger.

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