Words` nails in the coffin of love.
Rough words do not kill.
They just hurt.
Blessed deaf ears!
Heaven is speechless life on the earth!
Kiss is a sacred code,
Try to decipher it:
in minutes of silence,
lips, formed by the finger of God
pair off and make love.
This poem reads like a recipe - a list of ingredients, each worth enjoying on its own, but when stirred together, creating something greater than the sum of its parts. There is mystery and magic and much tenderness in your poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Yes yes.. what do they put in your water at work... the fullness of bulging aira yet again! ! TENaciously extreme xx
Oh I love 'the secret code' of your poems and the thrill of deciphering their 'kiss.' Lips pairing off under the finger of God and being told to go forth and multiply! Hypnotically good! I must go now and...pair off! love Dee Dee
Yes, silence is golden - and safe. Kisses are not so safe but much more positive! x Jan
A nice poem where the lips were seen from an intensive view.10 for it.
We are living in a illusive world where Lips playing a great role. Fine poem onelia! 10+
A pair of lips from the love comb sip, Bitter words in deep gloom dip.
lips...they pair off...kiss...and make love. they pair off...spit words...at times mar love. so i can not hail lips. but i do hail the wisdom kiss that surges out pairing off the lines here...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lips stretch out under a strawberry moon, kisses unfold like deep sea creatures, and a little finger points the way....