Your lips are like feathers <br /> parted by words. <br />I feel their brush on my neck. <br />My toes grip. <br />My spine coils. <br />I hold my breath, my voice escapes. <br />A chill and a flame. <br />I open my eyes.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-lips-2/
