this is not lip service

Your lips
say I’m not the one who
stole your moments for a moment.
With my lips, I ask many things
and questions about you,
followed by a grin.
Our
lips
know how to
scream, sing, laugh, cry, and
share kisses, but not about you and me.

Four decades earlier, in the summer in Mexico, I'd learned my first word
in English. It was a "kiss," and it brought me together with the lips of a
lovely nurse. It was the first kiss, other than my mother's, that made me
forget the syringe pain. Even if I was too young, there was something
special about that kiss, perhaps her tender and reddish lips, her smell, or
her uniform. I can't say she gave me an erection; I was not ready for that
reaction yet, but it was sweet and that's something that got locked in time
with me. To your lips.!​

Fidel Guerra. April 10, 2022.​

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