Lips (a poem)

Lips by sheri grutz

The lip of the moon is chapped with dead skin

words whitened out with fear

the wrong sky will be seen lip

of a clown dressed in 4^th of July

lip caked with too dry cracks

too much salt but painted tears

dropping rocks sucked of time

lips around each lit cigarette the haze over eyes

ashen look the only rest is a bird here

on a black limb so many limbs to its direction

lip unkissed of red planet closed unsaid

unfire unspice no tip of shoes or nose

of that clown lip that connects with the

dead silence moon a bandshell

these silver dreams rising stinging

puckered lips unhigh unstringed

teeth tear the lip of water the lip

of a hill the lip curved in the white glove

drawing out hours broken on solid steps

taken a million times adding and subtracting

lips kissed smoothed as two sails

outlined breath leaving from shallow

to deep lip undrink unsleep unlace to wear

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