never was it
that i felt what love is
until i kissed you.
there was nothing sexual
yet, nothing of that fusion
sort
there was no bloody moon
there was not slit in the sky of the
morning sun
from a long cold night
it was just a kiss
just a hold of the hand
just a touch of your hair
but i felt what love is
there is no word for it
but just a description,
you too closed your eyes
as i did mine, and you do not
have to tell me,
what we both have seen.
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