Lips That Bore Me Poem by Naveed Akram

Her lips are by my ear,
A physical body bores me
As this alignment presides.
It is the most successful remedy
Of facing South,
Parcelling contours of the face,
Rearranging the place,
Crescents are at work with grace
As these moons well up
And swell up the skin.

It is my bedroom furniture
That brings deeper relaxation;
In the corner of the image
A wrecked field is displayed
To calm the nerves
So silly and disturbing
Before the digestive system.

I could visualize a job
At the period of slipping out,
But the lines of endeavour
Have some learners
Of the taming of knowledge.