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Lip Communication

Lip Communication

Lip Communication

Let words do
what lips cannot
flow into us
warm as milk
our mouths the petals
of a child.

Let the heart see
what eyes merely perceive
the heart is a golden angel
asters entwined
in her robe of jewels.

Who am I to contemplate
mysteries of soul
where we really go
at night
who am I
to understand.

But of these words
I give to you
a message of song
from the hollow
of a maiden conch shell.

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