Tulips Three Ways
Tulips
I brush tall rose tulips with mine
tumble into bruise blue eyes
thin petal skin reminiscent of your
newly shaved chin under my two lips.
Arms full of hot pink, cerise, deep purple
tulips spill color into the canal.
I stand near the edge.
Two lips so close.
You, fearful of falling,
too afraid to approach.
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Maintenant, revenons à l'écriture.
Bisous,
N2
2 comments:
This is wonderful. All three.
I love your WORDLE and your poem. Two lips, nice!
B - Thanks for your kind words on this one. It was a lonely post until you stopped by. And I did like this one, if I do say so myself.
Funny that we both put up WORDLE's around the same time. I actually did this one a while back and saved it.
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