I can see on your lips
you have clumps of earth
from rubbish golfers
and the fact you celebrate dawn
as a thing that happens by design
only adds to your concoction
just go over and tell them
what you think of their ineptness
so we can leave and find other
reasons for your lips
Lips Gifts to sip No need to hide in deep Love drips with no grief....
a poetic exchange., thanks for your support and for commenting on my poem Your Lips.,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a comment from Write Out Loud poetry website " There is poetry in everything Clive. I enjoyed this Just what those others reasons are..."
..and likes sweet