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