
ghazal of a specific desire
a study of something so common as someone’s lips;
summer sun and sea spray teasing the pink of your lips
my finger finds the loose seam of the quilt under the eclipse;
in the midday midnight, how dim the pink of your lips
the bar lined with mint juleps;
a clove cigarette and the pink of your lips
come back here and use these whips;
the bite on my skin like the pink of your lips
i watch your constellation as it slips;
and fades into the pink of your lips
-rjm
what is a ghazal?
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