A Kiss

The medium and the matter
Like fogs of exhale and dewy lips

The spell of irises
And the witchcraft of rapprochement

The gentle winds
And the rocking heartbeat

The prelude of anticipation
And the exfoliation of passion

The noise of collision
And the silence of collusion

Acquiescent compasses
On frothy poles of magnetic pink

In crash, push and paste
– Just about the motto of a kiss

As two resins collide
To the viscosity of spillage

Of one feeling in folly.

Kiss

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