Your lips came in the front door
on a cold winter day in Cleveland

all by themselves, but not lonely
because each one had the other

and began to speak, telling me
how it was in the room, how I was,

and there was no reason for me
to try to answer back, because

your ears were somewhere else
out in the cold that winter day

which didn’t mean I wasn’t moved
by what your lips said, how red

they were, your lips, how much they
seemed to promise and remember

I wanted to kiss your red lips
but there was no way to kiss

your lips without the rest of you
to hold them in place this cold day

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