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-0