My eyes
shaped
By yours
I see lips
That have not
moved
For me
Do I have
An opinion?
If it is
the same as yours
Can it still be mine?
Shorelines
Cliffs
Ocean
Desert
Dust and swallow
Lips that have
not moved
For me
Let go
of my hand
You're crushing my arm
With your guidance
Unable to breathe
unless the air
has been
exhaled
From you
Contorted
cliff rock
Under my nails
Breathe...water
Drowning for
your exhale
Oxygen share
Lips that
Have not moved
©️Lydia
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PoetryWAIL-Playing an instrument or singing with strong, exciting feeling my instrument-the page poems squirrelled away now seek light
