They always say
in the romance novels,you know
they always say
he crashed his lips on mine
But you didn't,you were different
your lips weren't haphazardly placed on mine
you weren't that kind of-oh.
your lips
were gentle,but rough
tainted with the taste of faint cigarette smoke and sin.
your lips,you know
were planted on mine
were ever so gently
placed on mine
like a prized possesion put proudly on a shelf for the world to see
your kisses,you know
were never reminders of the beer bottles that crashed into my bosom from my father's wrath
or remnants of the glass in my stomach from that time you were drunk and drove us into a tree
Oh no,your kisses were utopia
complete and utter bliss
you planted your lips on mine
and the seeds went through me
planted in my belly
was love.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Friend
PoesíaDear friend Dear lover Dear mother Here are some things I could never say. Most of these poems are not mine. Credit will be passed to the owner,please comment if you think it is your poem.
