LIPS
Words would hang like leaves from trees.
They would pile up high about my knees.
They'd cluster 'round nectar like hungry bees.
If I had enough of em.
Words would cover up the sky.
They would soon learn how to fly.
They would pull my hair as they glided by.
If I had enough of em.
Words would be the rice in my pilaf.
They'd be fat kernels I would bite off.
They'd be the sugar in my cream puff.
If I had enough of em - -
To write about your lips.
But the words I have wouldn't fill a drum.
And when I call, they just don't come.
They hem and haw - my pen stays dumb.
So, one more time, I'm left with- - - "yum"
©Naomi Marshall
