The silence of your tangerine lips.

the touch of your tangerine lips, harm my ability to wake up,
I still dream about you hand underneigth my broken fingers.



Oh, you are not a word of silence!


songs will undress your sholders,
strains of laughter will gently caress your hair,



it seems that your beauty overwhelm my words,



so I will speak no more.





Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2006-04-12 at 00:42

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Individuality
it is a shame this site's borders are so small, i have a few poems myself that spill over.

i like the imagery here of tangerine lips, it strong and draws the reader in.

no real need for the comma after in that first line after lips, the flow is good there without one.

underneigth - underneath
sholders - shoulders

a couple fo mistakes but they are easily fixed. a good poem.
2007-03-15


Jon Hanover
That is sweet, beautiful, and very powerful. Orange ( tangerine ) is a wonderful vehicle for expression.
2006-04-12