Lips.
Flowers on my window sill
are made of impregnated paper,
deep red they brighten up dull
winter days.
In summers they tend to look
pale, as lips of a woman after
a night of love; hence I paint
them red again
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
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