Open Poetry #40 |
Singular Truth |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The eve of a first kiss, Where it shakes the canyons dip, And kisses the moons lips. The eve of a first kiss, As their hands quiver To an anticipation That takes their fingers And graces the lines Of each other’s palms. The eve of a first kiss, The night’s whisky breeze, Comes to a halt. |
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Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
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