Lips

METROPOLITAN MUSEUM NEW YORK CITY

Lips A poem by Luis Campos

LIPS In a corner at the Met there is a fragment Bullet proofed glass cased with a guard Cameras abound of jasper stone is yellow and shiny A fragment of lips of a Queen or a favorite one

Tempts you to touch it, but you hold yourself Mind crosses the glass touching the smoothness Skin...soft caress of an ancient sculptor polishing Your cheeks hiding a smile with sensuous lips

Lips that reach your soul that touch your smile Inside you: A cry...a kiss, a kiss, a kiss!

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In a fragment of stone a glimpse of life Who are you? A Pharaohs favorite? A Queen ?

And your head in decoration I can only imagine Blues, reds, purple and gold colors in the crown of a Goddess Your elongated neck with veins running with life Sensuous lips fill with crimson paint

Nefertiti , Kiya, a mistress or a wife What color are your garments? Are they linen white?

Sultry clinging to your slender body sensuous demure gaze Yet inviting, I want to keep you in this dream I call life

Luis Campos 2012 Picture Xin Xin 2014 

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