Your Mouth Deserves a Tropical Seashore of Kisses

Your Mouth Deserves a Tropical Seashore of Kisses

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The palm tree is an echo of our time

Together in our love, reverberates

It curving parts much more than echoes.  Rhyme

Can never hold such truth. Rhyme abnegates

The freedom that we know was ours.  No.  We

Are echoes, resonances underneath

That grace and arc.  The only absentee

In that equation is a bridal wreath

Of maleness never once created by

The careless God at Eden’s start.  The frond

Above this absence is forever sly

Because it never thought enough, beyond.

  The palm forgot to think of stars like you

    And me or eons that belong to blue.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Apr 16, 2025 | GA, LO, RO | 0 comments