Caught in the lips is a three word phrase
LOVE must not be named before it calls itself to light
For it is LOVE that takes hold of anyone’s sight
Sending men and women into blissful craze
She dances in the sound of it escaping his lips
He grasps at the feeling of it surrounding her hips
Strutting into the sentence like a blindfolded maze
Two star-crossed “likers” walking into the trap
LOVE is not the name for what they feel inside
Lust is untamed and behind a false name it hides
Wildly playing a movie of their souls
Casting two “likers” in lovers roles
Decay and folly await the fools who hastily slap
The name of LOVE on their life road map
Love must not be named before it calls itself to light
Two likers in love from each heart take a bite
Leaving behind their tales of woe,
Only to find another liker to call bough
Broken, beaten and tired of the pain
One liker finds a way to remove the love stain
Washing their hands of the gorey mess they left behind,
The liker moves on after they fleshly dined.
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Speaking from personal experience as always. Please read and comment. I love to hear your virtual voices!\ Best regards, Maddie (My actual name.) I used to write under the Pseudonym Leya Virago, but I am tired of hiding.
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Comments1
This really connects with a recent experience of mine, I enjoyed it a lot
Thank you for reading and commenting! I really appreciate it and I am glad you enjoyed this piece. I will keep an eye on your future work as well!
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