bitter lips.

by sasha

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-12-09 10:06:00

Parent message is 336955
they’re wormwood to the core,
our green dance
of lips
and hallucinatory sensory
explosions,
reminds me

that it’s all perceptions;
how that damp skin must feel
to revolving tongues,
sweet,
cradled by bitterness.

how freedom is merely
a gesture,
sprawled out,
eyes glazed over in the waiting room.