Day Kisses Poem by Else Cederborg

Day Kisses



The kisses of the day lack darkness
Nights turn kisses into little arrows
the bow is still vibrant from the shot
Was this what I wanted, this passion?
How am I to tell?
It didn't ask, it just moved in
there it was, all alive
an unexpected lodger in the home called me

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