Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #344
Your Tea-Stained Lips
by Belinda Roddie
Your tea-stained lips are nestled close to mine;
they stimulate a war inside of me -
like grape of wrath ripening on the wine -
like silence clashing with cacophony -
like cymbals crashing after the last storm
has dissipated and the rain has stopped,
and you're shaken by the noise and worn
down that you don't notice the heart you've dropped
(it still pulses, that heart - it belongs to
you). Now I taste the steeped and subtle mint
as I let all my thoughts pass over you
and your soft body, like the clouds that tint
the midnight sky - too far away to touch,
unlike your hands, which I will fiercely clutch.
by Belinda Roddie
Your tea-stained lips are nestled close to mine;
they stimulate a war inside of me -
like grape of wrath ripening on the wine -
like silence clashing with cacophony -
like cymbals crashing after the last storm
has dissipated and the rain has stopped,
and you're shaken by the noise and worn
down that you don't notice the heart you've dropped
(it still pulses, that heart - it belongs to
you). Now I taste the steeped and subtle mint
as I let all my thoughts pass over you
and your soft body, like the clouds that tint
the midnight sky - too far away to touch,
unlike your hands, which I will fiercely clutch.
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