April 8, 2015

A Kiss or Two

I could feel her breath cascade across my cheek

two lips touch, and then part in silence
I back away, blushing and meek

She let us go, with a raise of her hand
knowing this kiss could be the last
as whispers were heard across the land

Narrow margins separate our voices
Worlds apart tell hurtful stories
Yet, I return, owning my choices

A kiss or two, or maybe three
love sews and binds hearts together
showing the world this is you, this is me

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