If I could keep your lips I would.
But, then I'd want to keep your arms too.
Of course I'd need your shoulders
And shoulders are nothing without a chest.
But, that would be odd by itself.
Grant me your legs.
Your face.
All.
It's simple really.
YOU ARE READING
Unplugged
PoetryClipped wings, Fluttering for flight, It is hard to know When to give up the fight
