If you ask me to describe her mouth
I wouldn’t tell of its retracted size
Neither shall I speak of its pursed,
Under bite looking shape.
I wouldn’t narrate the long distance
Of the chin, or nose from the lips
Neither would I tell of its ruby,
Deflated and puckered size
I shall skip the long narrative
A Poet might love to write
And place my description
Far beyond all eyes can sight..
Drawing my strength from roses
I shall speak of the miracle it cajole
I shall not emphasize of its texture
But its convincing sweetness in a kiss.