By Crystevin
Date: 11 April 2000
Oh for the Kiss
OH for the kiss
upon empassioned lips
so sweet, full soft and hungry
like a newborn suckling on a dry tit
malnourishment lacks fulfillment.
Blackened negatives
held to the light
offer glimpses
of better nights.
But gorgeous tasting memories fade
as the lips grow chapped, dry,
thirsty and frayed.
OH for the kiss'
fond recollection
of hopeless misdirection.
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