wet lips to paint your dreams [a poem]

My lips kiss my tongue
In a slowed, quiet moistening
Preparing for a delicate meeting
Of mouth to tip
The small hole my lips embrace
Filled with potential to
Create new worlds
My hands find their place
In gentle but assured grip
Without thought
The subconscious confidence of one who’s
Done this many times before
Fingers wrapped delicately
Gaze set ahead
I take a deep breath
And paint the colours of my mind
Into sound so you can see
How vivid is my imagination
And realize how beautifully my solo
Complements yours
And the orchestra of
The universe.

Former Clarinetist. đŸ˜‰

One Comment Add yours

  1. augustmacgregor says:

    Gorgeous… but then I have a thing for lips.

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