Between our Lips

by ddavidd   Dec 6, 2018


There is a desert between our lips
that could not be watered
by all the springs and rains
but only
by a wet kiss.

The dew
that turns
all the tumbleweeds
green,
all the lizards
to nightingales,
all the withered thorns
to rose stems,
all the boulders
to choristers,
all the exclamations to serenades,
all the hurts to desires
and all the
indurated bitterness
to sugarplum,

a wave
that turns all the craggy capes
to melting sugarloafs.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    I like the descriptions and the sentiments
    which are tied together in this poem...lovely
    read!

    • 5 years ago

      by ddavidd

      Thank you dearest Meena.

  • 5 years ago

    by D.

    Were you inspired by Neruda for this? :)

    • 5 years ago

      by ddavidd

      I am always inspired by him. But I do not remember if I were affected subconsciously by him in this particular, directly. I would welcome the feedback.

  • 5 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Beautiful Bob!
    Loved it!

    • 5 years ago

      by ddavidd

      I appreciate that. Thanks dear Ya----Na

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