Lips.
History
collects closely,
in
bouts of sweet pouts,
and
holds magnetic sources.
Rosy, cream petals
Turned inside out
keep quiet
and close.
lines
leave sentences and
punctuation
like
stories
leave memories and
ends.
Forget the whispers,
and hold onto the love.
It is
louder.
Lips is part of a series of poems by Shannon Waite. Read the full collection here.
Shannon Waite is a writer who has earned her bachelor’s degree from Oakland University in English and Teaching English as a Second Language. She also earned her certification in secondary education. She currently teaches high school reading in Detroit, Michigan. Her writing has been published in various publications of Oakland University’s Swallow the Moon, as well as some anthology publications from Grey Wolf Publishing.
Shannon Waite is a writer who has earned her bachelor’s degree from Oakland University in English and Teaching English as a Second Language. She also earned her certification in secondary education. She currently teaches high school reading in Detroit, Michigan. Her writing has been published in various publications of Oakland University’s Swallow the Moon, as well as some anthology publications from Grey Wolf Publishing.
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