The loneliness of lips
as Hollywood scripts unread,
tells mother mouth
to only speak in whispers
Within and without
each biography has a margin,
but fuck protocol
tonight the moon is slut coloured red
sensual are the bed sheet library
Up and over, around and below
what side of the bed will your spine lie?
Shoulder your arms
to breaths across your neck
and just let me…
The moon is slut colored red. Yes!!! Love this
everyone should lie under a slut moon, every now and then!
hello dearest poet you make me wonder who you are I think you know me from DU…this is so full of hunger and passion ❤️ p.s there were only a few that really impressed me but clearly you are one…
you do know me brenda. does strangeways rob ring bells? i was terminally hooked to the ‘music thread’
high Rob and yes you did always impress me 😊
I like how the poem moves beautifully from quiet whispers to a bold, sensual crescendo. The shift from the quiet “loneliness of lips” to the sudden, overwhelming urgency of the final lines is brilliant. I never would have thought to describe the moon as “slut coloured red” -that vivid, daring language perfectly captures the poem’s alive energy.
i love how you interpret my tatty words. you just may have inspired me to write something called ‘slut’. that word carries such negative connotations, but within the language lexicon, it is a universal desire scream. thank you romaj.