Red Lips: Poem by ali habash

Red Lips:



Red lips:

I don’t know her.
But after the third glass
She came close to my life
And bumped into the table.

Her fingers were cold -
Alcohol seized the place.
We were drunk
Between two bottles and a lighter.

Her red lips
Stained my new shirt
And the night mingled with chaos
And Tears.

Red Lips:
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 02 June 2015

The best stains are the stains of red lips on a shirt.

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