Chatoyant Lips

[EternalHunter]

I gave the faded luster
three kisses for buena suerte,
and retreating sway down
dark lanes refrained from
my reaching fingertips.

So lips are the curve?
Mathematical solution
to all philosophical questions
and burgundy ruminations?
Well opacity in the insecure
is deeper than those
curls of orange peel that
knife whittled free.
I curve obtuse, it's true.

Sparks are born before fire.
A dusk of beaded syncronicity,
but the texture is so uncertain--
I thought

Moss! with that
fluffy spring and compression,

Wood? with a hardness of
petrified bone bleached by sun;

but as the face of such refracting light
reached away from my eyes
I knew it's disguise.

[fulmah]

yet another stellar piece... love the language in this one; the questions and the reflections. the second stanza I find especially powerful... all types of lovely things pop up in my mind :)

[EternalHunter]

I did as you suggested and chopped off the loitering last line. You were right, it definetley feels more obscure and open now. Thanks, and enjoy those lovely things...:)