Sugar Lips

I found myself on top of a mattress of promise

You lay tangled beneath me, sleeping like a cat curled up.

Our eyes cast in shadow, your lips slightly parted, whistling dreams of glory on some battlefield.

I thought this time to touch your skin, brown as a berry, ripened and I thought, bring me your prayers and your sugar lips

entwine them on my heart, with a kiss.

Poem from A House Of Sharp Stones

 

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