Cane (Toomer)/Her Lips Are Copper Wire

​
Her Lips Are Copper Wire
whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp-posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against melike bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-housethat the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and downdewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tapeand press your lips to minetill they are incandescent
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.