Twisting my Lips...
Poetry of my Lips I learned to speak The beauty of Greek The sumptuous taste Of the fullness of its phrase The romance in this language’s dance The rhythm of French Like songbirds in my lips Tongue twisted my wits As laughter’s gloat As I speak in my chunky throat Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Conflicting my calming singing German tongue pleading me to spam I was a gorilla growling over the peninsula But its roughness shivers my senses Spanish lyrical aura Fascinating me like a soothing spa My childhood... Sign in to see full entry.