Patti Masterman

Ah, The Lips, And Ah, What Cheeks - Poem by Patti Masterman

Ah, the lips, and ah, what cheeks;
Methinks though, you are not too deep.
What sunbleached tresses frame your face,
Even though you're lacking taste;
Your laugh tears out the soul of me,
And you're quite bent, it's plain to see.

Now touch me not, with your white hand:
Anemic sprites, I cannot stand;
Fix me not, in your blue eyes,
For I don't want to hear those sighs.
I'm sure your organs are complete-
But I care not, to hear you bleat!

Comments about Ah, The Lips, And Ah, What Cheeks by Patti Masterman

  • (5/16/2010 10:03:00 AM)

    That's really a good good-bye...strong penchent words give adequate spice to the poem theme...thanks...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

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