By Lisa Michelle Arhontidis
A waking in a kiss
Cold lips in black light,
There is a life here that does not sleep
Between the sheets of memory, wrapped
She beckons and I heed, this endless
Obsession of souls, commands:
Drink these lips.
* Photography by Lisa Michelle Arhontidis, from her gorgeous photos and interview I conducted with her, as featured on One Stop Poetry.
The Waking Den 
Oooohhh, “Drink these lips”
Nice.
Very nice.
Beautiful desire and depth of passion.
Anita.
That first line is amazing. “A waking” what a way to set a tone and get the reader thinking about the possibility of other meanings. Excellent poem and your spotlight rocks too!
drink these lips is VERY sensual! really dig this chris
Ooooh so dark, so Sleeping Beauty..a waking to drink to me only. Loved it. Gay @beachanny
Sleep in the beauty of the night, yet drink these lips and wake to me. Lovely write.
between the sheets of memory, wrapped
good line, that.
“drink these lips” what a great line! Lovely poem!
Really..the line “Drink these lips” is so ecstatic…
I love your poem 🙂
Well done.
“Quenching” sweet thirst!! WOW! Very very nicely done! 🙂 ~April
It’s a wonderful piece! The words ‘Between the sheets of memory’ kind of lingered in my mind for a long time after I read the poem…
Hot damn. I approve, fully and whole heartedly approve.