Words are stones worn smooth by lips. Imagine being kissed like this. Upon your breast, against my chest. Caressed by mist and fingertips where meaning is. . [ 925 ] Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related For You, Love 6/8 Time Categories: New Poems & PiecesTags: Love, Meaning, Mist, Poems, Poetry, Stones, Words