David Taylor - Tears And Lips

Such a small amount of water
finely formed with tensioned film.
Holding of itself its self formed form,
under earths influential stealth.
Slowly gliding over warm
and oft' beguiling skins of softly
silken youth, or cragged ground
of a near forgotten time when
smoothness was the truth.
Descending most often downwards
reaching lips that may be pursed,
or smiling, sometimes open
just asking for a kiss, or jagged
in pain of your hearts rending
loosing any sense of bliss.
It does seem that really
a tear dropp hides so many meanings.
It has its beauty clearly stated
but its meanings in your lips.

David Taylor

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