Same Lips

Those same lips that said, “I have a man,”
Are now eating strawberries out of my hand.
Those same lips that called me a pest
Are now leaving traces of lipstick across my chest.
Those same lips that said “I don’t do jazz”
Are now blowing my trumpet -much too fast.
Those same lips that said, “Don’t come near”
Are now whispering, “I love you” in my ear.
These same lips that you hit with your fist
Are now the lips that you are longing to kiss.

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