BURNING LIPS
I sensed broken hearts
From your burning lips.
Blood of all by your darts
Drips from your fingure tips.
BURNING LIPS
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Valentine! | 1 | 11/29/2008 |
Sleep My Sweetheart! | -4 | 11/29/2008 |
Falling Star | 2 | 11/29/2008 |
BURNING LIPS | 0 | 11/14/2008 |
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