Red Lips

poem, poetry, writing 1 Minute

Baffled like the parchment sun

And if hell is a hula-hoop

This evening has the hips for you

It better this way

A heart of almost

Keeps one steady

Crumpled up like a basement door

The seasons are the friction of motion

And if I had to guess

Life is red lips

The nomination of significance

Published by Bob Whiteside

Published

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