Poetry / On Your Lips
On Your Lips
On your lips, my name is beautiful
as though your breath possesses it
Hot with passion—to love and hate—
Thick as a mystery still silent
On your lips, my words haunt me
—as though my conscience whispering
cold as apparitions in the snow
when just this hemisphere is sleeping
On your lips, are mine
in wet detail
The memories of another life
so vaguely familiar…
May 17, 2004
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Try as I might I can’t relate this to alcoholism, for if it is alcohol speaking it doesn’t work for me. Is it a lover who is drunk that is speaking? Or a lover speaking to a drunken lover? In any case it sounds more like a love poem of sorts and doesn’t seem to address alcoholism. Whose lips and who is speaking? Punctuation would also help as the random caps hardly give a clue. The poem starts off strong then it loses me somehow. Since it’s an early poem I might give it another go at.
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