Thin lips

Pierre had thin lips
That bestowed life long kisses

They would find me
In moments of emotional blandness,

In rush hour madness -
With a rearview mirror full of suppressed rage
And matured sadness

Pierre's kisses would find me and tell me
That my life was purposeless
And there is more than this
More than this moment of whatever school of hard knocks reality this is

They would land in soft places
So ready to receive
Convincing my reasoning and making me believe
The greener grass
Was able to releive, the
Corroded choices of perfection of

A life I'd once conceived

Curse you
Love you
Bloody, bloody Pierre.






Poetry by 1LFD
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Written on 2021-06-24 at 01:15

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2021-07-05


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes a whimsical ending that made me smile from ear to ear... and leading up to is an easy to read, descriptive piece. I enjoyed it very much.
2021-06-24


Steven Riddle
I don’t suppose it is all that much use to you to know that I liked this. A lot. I especially liked something that I don’t usually like and that was the chain of rhyming words that drew me through to the end of the poem quite effectively—especially as at least one of them was not an end-rhyme. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
2021-06-24