A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

22 August 2012

The Kiss

Tension in the air,
Thick enough to grasp,
Walking  to the porch .

A tilt of the head.
Slowly bending down .
Raising up on tiptoes .

Slow. Soft. Sweet.
Starting on the outer edges,
Working in .

Spreading to fingertips,
Arms around his neck.
While he pulls you in .

And its over
But it will never end,
Instead lives on.


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