homage to my lips

i used to bite and pick my upper lip
cause the damn thing stuck out so far
it was the first thing i saw when the sun
rose, it would move before I thought
so i would pick it, sometimes till it bled
red, raw, smaller, rounder
my lips would take on the properties
of a normal person, I thought,
but all it did, in hindsight, was highlight
what I had done and cause it to
grow back bigger, always bigger
and stonger, harder to hide
now with ever increasing slits
battle scars galactica
wrinkled creases like rings on a tree
chapstick and vaseline made it shiny
a gleaming hubcap reflecting the sun
i could feel people staring at me
at it
my mother’s voice, my grandmother’s voice
always pleading, don’t, leave it alone
let it be
how could i let it be, it got in the way
of acceptance, of attraction
it immediately gave me away, telling
all my secrets, of who I was and
where I came from, or always exposed;
then, one day, a gentle touch
a light brush of another tattle-telling
guardian deflated the monstrous
pillow, gentle eyes and gentle fingers
caressed it, traced it, kissed it
kissed me.
beautiful lips, full, full of life
full of passion and smiles
warm guava lips with the
perfume of ocean and sand as
white as the clouds that part
in deference to my pouted lips
as I kiss the sky, excuse me
while I do that..

homage to my lips

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Joined January 2008

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