Your Killer Lips Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Your Killer Lips



YOUR KILLER LIPS

Your lips I, love to touch; caress, kiss
But they wears something that, possibly
You are not aware of; you don’t know.

It is shame.

It comes of the murder and boiling of, the insects.
Imagine, what I feel…your waxed lips’ chemical
Come from brutal MURDER OF OUR NATURE…

Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: brutality
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