Your mouth is a gift
box I'd like to fill with
words: poetic
libations poured
from (the cup of) my
self, poured til you brim
with them, til
they seep into your seams,
til they seep into your dreams,
til I leave your lace edges
dripping.
I'll rush to seal them in
before they gush out,
seal you with ribbon
before they spill
from the spout
of your rosy red lips,
of your come-to-bed lips,
sealed with a bow
on your kiss-me-now lips.
Comments
Jan 14 2010
Your very talented...I'm glad I found this site...
Mar 24 2009
Thank you. I'm glad you found this site too.
Jan 14 2010
I keep coming back to read this one and death the most. They are my favorites. Although I haven't been able to read most of your work. I'm working on it though lol.
Mar 24 2009
Giftbox and Death have always been two of my favorites.
I'm glad you're enjoying them.
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