Trembling Lips
He wandered around the world
seeking the lips he first kissed,
The ones he had the pleasure
to touch his lips to, at a beach.
He searched for the girl he met
as the red sun dipped in the sea.
His lips on her trembling lips,
At the beach, staring out to sea,
she let him .
So soft, supple and loving;
her lips, her arms, her voice.
He met thousands but none
did have the same warmth and glow
She, standing with the rainbow behind her,
she was awashed with its glow.
He saw a fairy with a halo in her,
or a vision of a poetess, a Venus.
Her slightly open lips urging
his pair of lips to join hers,
To complete the colors of
the rainbow or Venus’s glow.
His ship took him around,
away over the seven seas.
To countries far and near, but
he found that rainbow nowhere.
He missed the vision of the poetess,
Venus, the fairy of his vision.
His lips miss the glow of the rainbow
which the girl completed with her halo.