Lifeless Lips

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Lifeless Lips
 
Inside of a book,
I keep some pictures you took
in the late 90's,
they're the same nightly.
The eyes of my two centuries
are yours truly.
They pose 
beneath windows
and do not close.
My love is the thief of time
like a book of indecent rhymes.
I hope you read it before I feel older...
over and over and over.
I scare myself to bed
thinking that you might be dead,
but one of us has to die before we can wed.
 
I noticed you 
noticing me like a prepossession
when you were just thirty-seven.
The same youth that fed on you, 
now feeds on me
and your bedroom eyes are still undressing.
Our eyes have met,
our lips not yet,
but you hugged me twice to be celibate.
The powder of your cheek
and your lonely physique,
both in one blink.
Two hugs, only two collisions...
because of Age or Religion?

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Wow. Very nicely written. Dynamic, powerful, and very poetic. Great job!