A photo
Nine years ago
Happier times
'I look so young'
I meant only to think it
but my lips had other ideas
My Lips
My Lips
My Lips
Perhaps other women
would examine their necks or
their stomachs or
Their derrieres
I examine my Lips
Full
Soft
Pink
Beautiful
Now, each morning I awake,
I find just a bit more of my lips
have vanished
Oh my lips
Oh how I miss you.