The Lips

by ddavidd   Mar 6, 2017



Honey
so tepid and sunny
in the deep glare of your shine!

Tongue resigns
in onslaughts of its stickiness:
the little falls
of the saccharine beestings,
creeping down
warmly and deliciously!

Honey:
the spring of taste,
the sunshine of summer,
and the autumn
of colors,
an opulent exudation of your lips!

And mouth,
from this sweet plectrum bits of kisses
appeases the ceaseless seas of pleas
in its endless, relentless, bites
of the bees
of glee.

Viscous and vibrant,
the lips,
that brim over the hive of my bed
and warm
the rays,
that burn
while
brighten.

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  • 5 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Familiarity...they got it! It is this familiarity that I come searching for your poems and come tumbling on real gems! It is the familiarity that is Frank's.

    No words for the poem. It is too much for me to handle or to describe. :-)

  • 9 months ago

    by Brenda

    I really liked this a lot. Your words flowed beautifully. Well done-

    • 9 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Thank you Brenda

  • 9 months ago

    by Em

    Fantastic

  • 9 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Yes, you write in a very familiar style...

    Well done on this.

    • 9 months ago

      by ddavidd

      It is a great source of comfort that you and Hellon found some sense of familiarity in my words.

  • 9 months ago

    by Ren

    Frank,
    Your word choices in this captivating poem are just extraordinary! Such vivid imagery used to depict a sensual scene, indeed. Well done!

    • 9 months ago

      by ddavidd

      Thank you dear Ren

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