Monday, June 1, 2015

Lips


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.

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