these angelic lips

the reclamation: part I

this is part one of a two part poetry piece entitled;
the reclamation.

poetry recitation

these angelic lips ଓ

Tell me honey,
does it feel like a cloud droplet?

To slip past these angelic lips.
Soft and wet.

If I’m a sinner against divine law,
why do you long to wash your hands in my holy water?

To feel it trickle down your wrist?

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I can feel vapour rising.

There are two oceans looking up at you.
All my words swim there.

I’ll play here,
while you listen to the eyes
sung by the daughter of blue.

I tilt my head back.
Open my mouth.
I want the whole sky on my tongue tonight.

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My clouds are not something you can ever take.
They were a gift from the sea,
but you can rest here inside
my soft, pink melodies.

So patient.
Tip toeing along silver linings like a balance beam.

I can’t seem to find my bitter purity.

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Your ice crystals are forming
and I hold them underneath my tongue.

Your legs give out,
you fall to the ground,
and down your back I spread my love.

As my fingertips glide over the back of your neck,
your scapula tastes so happy.
So toffee.

My kisses are splitting skin,
there’s feathers between my teeth.

You’re welcome for your wings.

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I see a fermata between each vertebrae
along the hymn of your spine.

I smirk as I witness your empyrean high.

The choir sings.
I watch you fly.

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Wrap me up in your renascent wings.

Because there’s heartache out there
waiting for me.

So stay with me here
in this deep throat daydream.

You hold me as we drift.

Migrating doves whisper in my ear
that secrets held behind lips,
is bliss.

The air is filled with sweet bubbles.

Let’s sleep in this lemonade forever.

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