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.