one man with beautiful and exaggerated lips

made me look at another man’s lips and hers too

until I wanted to kiss every lips I saw

ones with tall hills and no valleys

the color seperate from the skin

always darker and softer and lined

like paper, every word spoken is written

on the lines of the lips long enough to laugh

at or ignore, long enough to feel

until they are gone forever, never to kiss

never to touch with my own mouth, words, or lines.