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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

cyssan

Your kiss, lips circling
hovering soul speak
left hemisphere choke
motion merges to picture.
The sun kisses my face
solar eclipse at the mouth
hands wielding time, frozen
tasting the honesty in your tongue
the hope in your breath.
Reason fails here, lids shut
thoughts nestle, like jigsaw pieces
till I don't know your eyes from mine.

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