Oh, Sweet Lips Poem by Matthew Roeser

Oh, Sweet Lips



Oh sweet lips
Kiss me
Where are you?
In the dark
In the light
Black and red
White and grey
Making water out of clay
You have a hundred
He has none
We have a wife
We have a son
We have fire 
We have fun
We have death
We have the one

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