One Kiss
Those lips, smiling, wrapped around
A laugh at life,
Those lips making words that sound like a language
Unspoken for three thousands years
Those lips lightly casting sibilance to the wind
Those lips moving against each other the way I wish
Those lips would move against me
Those lips glistening after the lip gloss
Brush is put away
Those lips must taste better than ripe cherries
Fresh strawberries, slick slices of mango
Those lips hold a pose to make a point
Those lips say my name and I snap to attention
Those lips are licked with anticipation
Wet with liquor, the corner of your mouth,
a drop that needs catching.
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