Here I stood kissing him
In the morning light of a hung-over day
Kissing him I stood here
Yellow beams enrobing us
As I looked up and kissed him
We kissed, here standing
In marble encased serenity
Never again will I
Kiss this boy here
On this spot
Where I once kissed
His blue eyed beauty
Yearning for his soft cheek
To plant a kiss upon
His hands in my hair
And mine in his
Carried away on an
Irreversible current
I drink them
I bathe in them
Those hours of gold
Kisses can be forgettable
But ours were
Piano-crashing
Plumeria-scented
Caramel-coated
Teal blue-streaked
Tree-shaded
Long eye lashed—
Kisses.
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