The Enormity of Banjo Strings

Your mouth that opens with
The enormity of banjo strings.
As much as I despise you
And how you have emolliated me 
In this age of silence being murder
I still love you and hear your voice,
Standing up straight and listening,
Pretending your lips are on mine –
Those magnificent lips pinkish-brown
And full and incongruous and waiting 
For my pale pink lips.
Those lips that can kiss so well
But cannot speak the love
That exists between us
And resonates with the enormity
Of banjo strings
That strum a single song about love.

— JOHN TUSTIN

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many literary journals since 2009. His first poetry collection is forthcoming from Cajun Mutt Press. He lives in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.