Lips

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

They always meet in the same place...

Lips at 2AM.
They always meet
in the same place.
Locked.
Twisting around
each other.

I need a miracle
to make this last.
Remind me of
the taste we craved,
when we promised
nothing would
stop us.

If we're going
to stay like this,
we must
see what happens.

© 2017 I Am Svetlana

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Cyprian Van Dyke

The slip of a lip can sink a relationship? I like this poem, it captures the moment. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

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I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI

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