For Red Lips Date Written 7/10/2007 Poem by Clare McWilliams

1
I listen to Rakhmaninov
And my mind conjures a future moment with you.
A time spent alone with your gifted red lips.
Oh..how I would like to open you to the ether...
Allow you to be in unison with the ecstatic universe.
To cause you to forget the gritty detail life can become.
Without Love...
Without Purity.

2
I am not trying to steal anything from you,
Except maybe a perfect instant in time.
Sheer Relish...
Gluttony of pleasure the object.
I do not want a cheap and nasty taste left in my mouth when I..
Remember...
Relive...
Reminiss..

3
Forever cannot happen,
If beginnings are not formed.
The fear of pain,
Pervades your interactions.
Freshness of loss,
Hindering your gains.
Who did this to you?
The first cut is the deepest..
Yes it is..
Let's suture it up with a thread from heaven.