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! THE PERMANENT COLLECTION
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METROPOLITAN MUSEUM NEW YORK CITY
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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