Lips Stories

Whatever honey drips from my lips would taste infinitely sweeter if pressed into a kiss So kiss me with abandon and hear the song my heartstrings play that I might hold you tight and let the beat take our breath away Until I can finally wake to your beautiful facepull you tight into my embrace  Look at you through eyes unwaveringly adoring kiss you deeply and bid you good morning Spend the day at your side immersed in lau...

An afternoon beer in the showerThe written prayers of a Serbian bishop Eating Mexican food alone at the market Chopsticks and noodles A prayer beneath a canopy of trees Contemplating a woman’s lips Contemplating her kiss Waking to the rain on your window Writing a poem for a black widow These are the sacramental acts For the simple and holy essence of your life.

Tentative trusting and tenderly his lips lightly lingered on my mouth. Innocent and trustful I felt his body trembling against mine. Hopefully and hungry for love; I returned his kiss and love was mine. We clung to each other oblivious of the partying people around us.

Those pimples on her face lately sprouted. Never knew I loved pimples so much. I met her after such a long intermission. Those lips red grew some indeterminate little cracks. Never thought kisses could be postponed  For another four weeks or so. I never smiled with so much of dissatisfaction. As she stood at the doorstep of the beauty clinic,  Her eye-lashes still flickered at my intention.