Lying Lips
Your moving lips produce no sound;
a full mouth with no substance.
I watch them purse and smirk and frown;
The meaning's never constant.
Your beautiful lies are abundant,
but you never act as much.
Your words are so redundant,
but I can't recall your touch.
Your breath brushes my earlobe
with its unintelligible sounds.
Your lips on mine is preferable,
but you hardly come around.
I want to feel your presence;
my nose nudging your neck.
Speak to me your essence;
Let your actions not forget.
~cdw
06/29/10
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