On her lips

A bamboo pen writes

On her lips shades of color appear

An apple breaks sweetness

I imagine love but never

Experienced the feeling in

A kiss planted on

Her lips part and close

A tulip in spring time revives

A bee collects honey from

Her lips part and close

My heart sings and shudders beating

Senses depart to

Her lips part and close

My heart sings and shudders beating

On her lips I rest.

September 1, 2019

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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5 Responses to On her lips

  1. This poem has such movement and grace.

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