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Flowers

When our lips touch now,
I don't know what to think.
I remember the first time.
A lip print on mine,
Graffitti on my face.
A mark,
for the time that
tells no age,
"I was here".
My face was red;
as it was when the teacher scolded me.
There were flowers in my eyes,
Chrysanthemums
Roses
Lilies
Dasies
That stopped me from seeing.
There were flowers in my ears,
Chrysanthemums
Roses
Lilies
That stopped me from hearing.
There were flowers on my toungue,
Chrysanthemums
Roses
That stopped me from tasting.
There were flowers on my lips,
Chrysanthemums
That stopped me from saying
That I feel the way you feel to me.
So I turned away,
Thinking.
Now,
I turn towards you.
Trying to say,
I love you;
The dictionary used up all the words,
So now I will make my own;
Wet words that have mouths moving but no sound.
But, I stop.
Turn away I always do.
There are flowers in my head.




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