Nicotine Lips (Poetry)

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Black tar

Nicotine lips

Lips as fine as sand.

I long to kiss

Lips like mine

I long to feel

With my thumb, with my thumb

With my own bare hands, the history;

Or just a pair of lips to rub against

Whenever the moon turns blue

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Poetry and Photography by Teegee Villanueva. Photographed at Bacolod City, July 2016

 

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