Lips

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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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