Wait, before being torn and ripped
Let me memorise your lips
The border of grass beyond
The lips; the slightly fragile
Intensity; the danger-engendering
Heat; the irresistible, excellent
Rain; so much of it, so much
And, on this bursting summer day,
From the northwest corner of your lips
A storm arrives
I stand with my feet on the frontier
Within our lips there's a growth of
Barbed wire. Suppose I'm dying to visit
Your lips today, I think it will
Take many years. Still, tell me
Try to remember and then tell me
What was it that really changed
After our lips were partitioned
Besides our kisses?
Nicely penned. Who gives a cleanchit? For irresistable heat.
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Poignant rendition set aside for sober reflection. Well conceived, thought provoking, intense, focussed, and factual. An insightful creation Mandakranta. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.