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Mountains


by Darryl Price


It's not hard to listen to what you are saying, but 
your lips are the most perfectly shaped lines ever seen on 
a human face. When they move, the oceans splash around. The 
poor moon must get jealous. She has to move her whole 
body to get that kind of immediate swashbuckling reaction. Your lips

prove there is a God. Mountains don't compare. Flowers would have 
to run around the world seven times to compete. This is 
no exaggeration. So don't think I'm not paying attention. Your lips
are a living testimony to the world still being a mysterious 
place to live. It comes down to this. You have the 

most kissable lips I've ever seen on the planet's surface. Startling, 
because you think you've seen everything, then those lips present something 
so amazing to the senses that suddenly you're having an out 
of body experience inside your own body. Look, I get it. 
It's biology and environment and DNA , but you're the animator pulling 

those words up and to life and breathing them out of 
that cave like an ancient spirit. Words matching your inner and outer 
vision. It's obvious. But you possess something that is so unique
that I'm surprised more people aren't tuning in, drawn to the 
undeniable pull on their hearts and minds that your mouth makes. 

There's no demand. No command. Just the soft, incredible fact of 
your smile, your laugh, your seriousness. You bring no special attention 
to it. That's what boggles the mind. I'm ashamed I had 
to write about it. It's so beneath the beauty. But I 
have done what nature intended, bear witness, be thankful you're you.  
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