Kiss Poem by Deborah Cox

Kiss

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The folds in his neck

are sorer, hotter, wetter,

and smellier than petals.


Her lips and nose recover

to breathe;


but love's texture

as the softness of a skirt

still clings to its little burr.

Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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