The Lips of My Belovéd

by JL Palmer 3 months ago in love poems

A man knows his wife's lips....

The Lips of My Belovéd

No, this cannot be the lips of my belovéd wife

The corners of her lips pulled down

All she ever does is smile

Those aren’t the lips that she uses

To sing to me every night with

For these lips do not sing at all

These lips are rough

And hers are smooth

With that soft pink glow

I know in fact these lips aren’t hers

They’re far too cold and not the warm

Lips I kissed many, many years ago

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JL Palmer
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JL Palmer

I love reading and video games. Currently functioning as an overworked and underpaid graduate student. 

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