Poet Lips

Say it,
Speak it right out of your mouth and
into mind.
I love the way your words have edges,
new angles. New eyes.
You've got your own voice,
your mouth is a straight line into my circle thoughts
into my stomach. ache because you punch hard with those similes.
I love how poetry does not wander aimless, that
it carves the heart out of eloquence and makes you stare
at the veins. When you press your poet lips to the microphone
the words are sixteen times heavier. full of weight. Chosen like a quiver
full of hand carved arrows.
Intentional.






Andrew Tipton