Goat Lips

Goat lips do not betray
the barbs of the briers
they can tolerate, nor
the sharpness of the thorns;
they look soft and beyond
their shorter fur, a few
longer hairs protrude like the whiskers
of a Chinese wise man,
or untamed hairs from a dark-eyed brow.
What these hairs do I know
not, but the sharpest rose,
the wiriest berry
surrenders to her lips' touch,
their quivering approach,
cropping the flowers first,
but never avoiding
the thorns.

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