Thursday, June 17, 2010

Evening Lips

I have found in
your evening lips that
I am the musk on the
silents of the wind,

that the embrace of
your eyes follows each
frail motion through
the joy of light that

quickly swaddles this
uncertain hope,
that somehow in the
gasp of wonder of my
passing, that perhaps

those lips in the shine
of our embrace will
sift through the wind,

and in the musk bud.
and I, the moist earth,
full of sleeping promise
unfurls with your eyes,

frail and determined to
push into the fertility
of your opening lips.

7 comments:

Gray said...

I am always excited to see a new post from you show up in my Reader. :)

I've love to hear you read your posts. And I nominate this one as the first.

Luna Mauvaise said...

Always such depth with you.

Very lovely indeed, this.

finbar said...

Gray, thank you and thank you for your loyalty, you always read and comment, and that i do appreciate.

as for reading my post, im very uncertain of that, when i hear my voice i don't like it, but it is something i will consider.

finbar.

finbar said...

Luna thank you also you always read and encourage, and for that i am deeply appreciative.

as for depth, i like deep, i like getting as deep as possible!lol.


finbar

Seymore Buttz said...

that is a nice poem, thank you for sharing...

Kelly said...

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1manview said...

Excellent free verse, very rich in text...