A Story of Loose Lips
A story of loose lips
Flesh on flesh
Smeared art, rose colored lipstick;
A story of a stout guardian over helpless innocents
He who boasts of vigilance against foe and greed alike
Never to succumb to the wiles of lesser men
To you, a wanting maiden, wanting to humble a boastful man
But it was the veil of art that lured him,
Puckered lips, painted cheeks, and questioning lashes
Art, and in your moment of choosing,
You ruined it so
Your bodies brush, his shield arm slips
His gaze on your lips
You tell your lie
Your mask is gone, his innocents die
Shaken, he steps back
He sees your truth
In shame he looks away
Humbled, kept at bay
You grin at him, clown face and all
You slither the words, how the humbled fall
He looks around, the dead at your feat
Their blood spurting to the rhythm of a hearts beat
His shield arm drops, the guardian failed
Blindsided, the lustful hound wailed
By the promise of your lips, your passionate pose
His shield arm fell, and never rose
An ode to all the fools who lead us
The Lust of power will always bleed us
© Samir Georges 2009
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2010
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