Her Lips Are Copper Wire
whisper of yellow globes
gleaming on lamp-posts that sway
like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog
and let your breath be moist against me
like bright beads on yellow globes
telephone the power-house
that the main wires are insulate
(her words play softly up and down
dewy corridors of billboards)
then with your tongue remove the tape
and press your lips to mine
till they are incandescent
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on January 26, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“Her Lips Are Copper Wire” was published in Cane (Boni and Liveright, 1923).
Born in 1894, Jean Toomer is the author of Cane, a book of prose and poetry describing the people and landscape of Georgia.
Date Published: 1923-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/her-lips-are-copper-wire