Her Lips Are Copper Wire Poem by Jean Toomer

Her Lips Are Copper Wire

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whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog

and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes

telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate

(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)

then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maya Hanson 05 April 2014

Beautiful! ! ! I love the flow of the title and words, good job

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Patti Masterman 04 April 2012

Woww, smoking..! glad I had my insulated pliers handy :)

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