Unzipped Lips
Too tempting, unzipping ditties
Now, like a minute of silence
In a room of friendly ladies
My finger gropes the evidence
The zip plays imagination
For I can go up or go down
With a smile for my permission
Since in silence the words abound
That is how I brew my desire
Sniffing armpits of strange flowers
Caressing the moon to inspire
O I sometimes lose my trousers
For I must plunge deep in waters
That kiss a man's flesh to gladness.
My tongue unzips nervous laughters
And images tremble in shyness
I tell no one what I tell moons
She comes naked and jasmine fresh
My heart dances the winds soft tunes
Unzipping hunger of the flesh
Admit me back to silent rooms
And the fresh taste of soundless lips
The poets sweat and Joy's perfumes
While pen upon the paper slips
Zip not again that open door
Where poets pen makes the earth moan
And the sweet wet and clammy core
Leaks its honey with my soft tone
Telling wrong and write of passion
Tongueing muse for visions clearer.
To the end I feel derision
When fingers fumble the zipper.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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