GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 992 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Her Mouth Engraved - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Just your beautiful big
pouting heavy lips,

Moist in their entirety,

They search me out,
do imaginary things...

For kisses,
just what are kisses for,

but mouths...

For time is growing older,
and shriveling away,

But If I were younger,
I would've just stood
there for centuries,

all over again...
Making myself ill,

For being both youthful
or old, holds a similar
amount of the same,

In each living moment,
when something you just
can't ever have,

Painstakingly slowly
crushes you inside!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013


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