Sunday, November 05, 2006

POEM - Morning Lips

Rising
A red roundness
Like lips that aim to kiss –
Raising a morning
Good gentle healer,
That starts the day
Off, cold but light;
Smudged like pastels,
On cheeks,
On eyelids,
On forehead,
On lips –
Rising
A round redness
It is a hunger.

M C Biegner

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