I watch his mouth move,
his lips;
they hypnotize me.
They are sensuous;
alive in their movements
I like the way they
form vowels;
the top one curls
with the word 'so'
form vowels
like 'oh' deliciously;
and the bottom one
to pouts at me
both open softly
his white teeth showing.
He says
'hummmm'
and they rest
one atop the other
soft sound vibrating them
on their fleshy palette..
I remember best
those lips
pouting outward
slightly
saying 'I do'
I remember his lips
saying 'I do'
at the wedding.
I 'll always love those lips
Still do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am still waiting to watch... I like this... just a simple thing turns into such a big thing in a time like that. good job. Becca