#2,679 Ugly Lips

Mike Bell/ June 6, 2023/ www.mikebellpoems.com

This is that field where
my finger lifted up her
hem –
a prelude to sex
in her tidy home later –
I had
walked through whips
of tongue & grass –
how scowls rip apart –
& re-set?
But we give it up
[that’s our deal until I
am pinned & told of a’
unfortunate error –
sat under this sun in a
shopping centre] –
how time can do you –
see how history melts
with soft kisses of mis-
direction & fools fall in
[to be re-seduced]
& I’ll avoid that mouth
as it spits out arc lines
to claim spiteful tithes

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