Asps Of Lips Lit This


Slide down an aisle
a can of gasoline light
this room up forever
I am doomed in flight.

I want to ascend up
but words hold me down
from the lips of a soul
whom in tears me down.

Asps flow down lips
in drips of solid passion
and I care not of what
a mouth tries fashion.

I am of this world too
but I don’t have to be.
But as long as we breathe
our mouths will bleed.

Turn me into a witch
of Salem or brand an A;
on my chest is a passion
someone wants to take away.



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Harley Reborn says:

    I’m scared of snakes but I dig this

    Liked by 1 person

    1. J.Michael says:

      Your cool. Appreciate it. 😊

      Liked by 1 person

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