Visibly Soft Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Your lips,
Naked to the taste,
Should they expect, nothing in return,
Covered in candy flavor floral,
Eccentric, the way they reach towards the sky with each articulation,
Should they fall,
Eclipsing, a dream within a dream,
Watch, How they seep deeper
Within eyes reach, ears yearn for more,
Becoming one with the clouds,
Those gentle pilars that soar without knowing how,
Tracing the gentle curve of the warm breeze,
Simply looking on,
While the sky watches on with condemned envy,
Should they expect nothing, in return