The Dry Mystery of the Lips

October 12th, 2025, 3:00 PM

Will I ever feel a woman's kiss pressed upon my lips? For if my lips are missing a kiss, bittersweet present without council and love my mouth is unpurchased, slave a word of love unprecedented. And my lips become dry as sand apart a wife distance a desert, cold a mountain and obfuscated as to why I have not been prayed her vows confused clouds of the sky.

If my mouth is dry as a well and my lips turned to stone, then I discovered my solution, and with reason settled the issue acknowledged then my lips are as dust as the grave, bones in a well and I am an already dead but alive, living again and the world has turned against me betrayed ungiven wife the power of my work marveled; a token of forgiveness paid the guilt of the overturned hearts missing lips of delineated council unsaved experienced a traveled dream.

~Cory Morr