My lips have been where her lips were
Because I sipped her tea,
But if my lips would touch her lips,
Lips with lips intentionally,
Oh! I would die like radar blips
Descending the dark cold sea.
Her lips have been where my lips were
Because she sipped my tea,
But if her lips would touch my lips
And she would drink of me,
I would die like shipwrecked ships
Drowned in the dark cold sea.
My lips are cold, like the cold sea;
There isn’t any poetry
More than sipping of hot tea,
The heat against the cold,
Youth’s fight against the old,
Some image of beauty we barely see
In the gruesome dark, as we
Trace in the shady portals, our love,
Chance light shifting in the paths of the hollows.
