Shallow Lips

I hear the word

Forced like December’s wind

Through shallow lips

And then I watch it bounce

Like a sport

off of the one being played

some could go on and on forever

with this charade

always pouring into their lives

without ever taking a sip

sitting on the corner

of an empty smile

and they’ll go on and on,

forever homeless

forever unknowing

 the pleasure of offering shelter.

They think it could be.

They think perhaps not.

The uncertainty

 will blind the rest of their days

Like a branchless late morning path

While they avoid truth’s eyes

And they’ll go on and on

Forever sightless

Forever unseen

They will never hear the sound

Of applauding rain

Cheering proudly on midnight’s roof

While shadows quietly rhyme

Against seclusion’s walls

They will never feel thunder

Try to mimic their hearts

And they’ll go on and on

Forever deaf

Forever unheard

They will never find

Time’s forgotten tokens
because they won't be searching.

They all fell asleep

beneath a half moon.

And they’ll go on and on,

Forever unfeeling,

Forever untouched.

No truth.
No love.
Just shallow lips
forever unkissed.