Where Your Lips Met Mine
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1 min readJan 16, 2017
My love and I embraced thrice on the street,
Pausing an eternity in the taste
Of a requited sweet. Not a moment’s waste
Was given to thought of what we might eat
As we interlaced on the concrete.
In the pause, there was no time,
No hesitating anxious stare.
With eyes closed blind, we stood bare.
As I now lie, I dream as though I’m
still upright where your lips met mine.
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