Kissing the tulips
On their beautiful cheeks
Without getting into trouble.
Kissing the hips
And the big beaks
To see double and triple.
Kissing the tiny lips
Of the gorgeous chalice
To pop a few bubbles.
We'll never be in peace
And everywhere are troubles
Especially at the tip of the pits.
Copyright © April 1,2021, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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