Mouth Your Words

I want to live in the space between your lips.

The crack between top and bottom
that yawns open when you speak and pucker

and crushes closed when you get angry.

I want to live in the last place your words exist
before they get exhaled into the ears of others

and where you pop bubbles of sugary gum.

I want to live cuddled against the pinkish warmth of you
the curves of your plumpness following the curves of my body

and settle into your chapped lines of wintertime.

Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 20:46

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Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Quite artistic fraught with well penned passionate descriptive.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice indeed. You created a world between lips :)

This is so lovely, makes me dream:)