Treasure Island

Mishka Allport

(February 20,1949 / Santa Monica, California)

Lips(D)


Quasi tactile contact and taste
A light, ghostly attempt to touch
Wet and tender, a sensuous attempt
My woman's lips-Baby, Beer and Love

Quase contato tatil e gustacao
Uma tentativa espectral e apaldar
Molhado e meigo, uma busca sensual
Labios de minha mulher-Bebe, Cerveza
e Amor

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2014

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  • Amitava Sur (2/16/2014 3:18:00 AM)

    A lovely poem tickling sensuality.... it's nice Mishka

    You may read my poem In the dead of night. (Report) Reply

  • Noreen Carden (1/26/2014 1:29:00 PM)

    Hello Mishka what a beautiful poem i love the line My woman's lips -baby beer and love. Really wonderful
    well done (Report) Reply

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