16 december 2011
The Tea Cup
How many lips kissing me a day
On intervals I thirst for a new
Every lip has desire and grief
Some are barren some are baffling
Your kiss is bizarre and remote
It took me centuries back
Were we were molecules of clay
In eternal hugs and kiss.
Departed all these years
I was a swallow, a tree
A river and a brook!
Probing you through generations slit
Once you kissed me today
You never realized - but I
You were in oblivion
Or in emotions new
My brittle life frail in moments
In evolutions new we may never meet
From the dregs on the shores of time
I will blossom for you, only one more time!
If not, this is a sound parting.
Yesknair (yesknair@gmail.com)
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