To and From Lips
On our lips from the start
to a nub that we seek,
first our mother’s
then lovers’,
and others repeat.
On our lips in the end
to the One up above,
through our lips
in a whisper,
“Take me home, God of love.”
Copyright © John Howard | Year Posted 2023
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