Flower Mouth
So strong a stem, such well-formed flesh
your leafy limbs (though aged) still fresh
among the garden damsels posed
as if you're worthy of the rose!
Your airy blossoms speak with ease
but reek of lustful potpourri;
a dogged, macho dander poured,
the filthy scent that beguiles whores!
Sometimes your tasseled fingertips
might stimulate a young rosehip
a helpless bud in field of weeds
to pollinate among the reeds!
But wisdom tends to bare the thorns
of self-respect and pride reborn!
Perhaps a pair of numerous lips
might fell a lass with Shakespeare's scripts
but commonality gets old
just like the woody of a lad too bold!
But here, you're sordid lies won't sell
your hapless whispers known too well.
I've choked on bitter-weed champagne
no aphrodisiac remains.
A ragweed blister on the tongue
from dalliance when I was young.
Your flower mouth can't steal my breath
because your words have got no depth
you ragged my spirit, gagged my soul
but I am unaffected anymore!
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2007
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