Like a painting . . .
Winged scarab
I am going to give you a kiss and see if you miss
the touch of our lips when your lips touch each other
while making the sound of the letter b when you say bye
bye for now 'Just for now' I will repeat
and while touching with the tip of my tongue my
soft palate forming the sound of the letter N my
eyes will get one more chance one last chance to
feel how you touch my soul how you make the
universe sing for me and what a great relief it will be
when I get to rest in your arms feel your embrace
listen to the beat of your heart slowly touch your
fingertips with mine and melancholically
give you a kiss on the cheek touch your hair
and leave without looking back but I am still
listening to the song of the universe I wonder if
you can hear it too while your eyes are being
touched painted by the morning sun
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2014-05-29 at 21:43
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