Her Lips

This is written for the Living Poetry January visual poetry prompt

Library seems to be a boring place
But if you know where to look
there are treasures hidden between those old pine bookshelves

Her lips are one of those treasures
When she is focused on reading
Her dark hair drape to cover her face
The mid morning sun penetrades her hair
through the breezy window
licking her chocolate coated cherry lips

I’m barely able to sit still
The urge to grab the sunlight by the throat keeps building up
I get totally consumed by jealousy

Library can be a battlefield

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

17 thoughts on “Her Lips”

  3. Oh my goodness, I love this write, Cassa. “ I’m barely able to sit still
    The urge to grab the sunlight by the throat keeps building up
    I get totally consumed by jealousy

    Library can be a battlefield” Amazingness. 👏🌻✨

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: