lips

I gave up love for friendship
and words for moaning sighs
I walked amongst the township
a ghost amongst the lies

and I stopped loving the feel
of molten mounted life
for the garden herbs and foilage
of natures cringing strife

Yes I've given up love for friendship
and words for things that spell
and I'll never see the sunset
of loves obscure but loving hell

And loves time has gone
to a future  of remembered moment
and all the things that shone
loves kiss a mere fleeting fragment

But I will not give up remembering
his tongue inside my lips
and of the time he touched me
high up inside the mouthlined tips.