Goth Lips Poem by James McLain

Your Goth Lips
That is just how lips open each closing lips happy,
lips that called to me and that one time my lips
touched your lips
tasting of lips deep interviewee
sweet cinnamon
pink wine
their condition where those lips lie to speak
and speaking your lips were awakening,
when the contact where the blue, black and grey
lips brushing those lips
that you conformed to condition pleased me
who am i thus shaken
and your lips make it happen
how too me the echo of you when your lips sigh
and lips which tremble and blink
lip too lip cheek to cheek one and time with the candlelight,
your contact echoes through lips tremble of blinking,
due to one order,
and the candlelight and the lip is shaken,
one time one day soft lips conditioned speaking,
my name and each lip which passes through you,
my lips whom echo, each lip, your lips are true.