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“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself.” Charles Baudelaire
Her Lips
She loved bright colours
which were all of her moods,
and a sense of all the places
she’d like to be,
but after the party and
“would you like to come in?”,
after highs and highest,
and nights of a thousand kisses,
her lips mellowed to pastel.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
So lovely
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Thoughtful, I found two new words in the Charles Baudelaire quote. opium and elixir
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He was a man who knew words, some modern quotables aren’t quite so engaging. Thank you for sharing that James.
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Very nice . . .
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Thank you Liz
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A romantic poem for starting into the last days of the year. Thank you Paul! Wish you a wonderful, blessed and occasionally “fire free” New Year! Michael
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Thank you Michael, sadly our eastern seaboard burns. Wishing you a happy and blessed new year 🙂
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Thank you too, Paul! Take care of you and yours. Michael
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Many thanks Michael 🙂
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Always a great pleasure to me, Paul!
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🙂
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Excellent poem.
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Thank you so much.
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Happy New Year Paul!!!🎇🎇🎇🥂
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Many thanks, wishing you a great year 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Wonderful, thank you
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Beautiful
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