By Toklas
Date: 10 August 2000
The Kiss
Travelers,
Drinking small cups of madness,
Tasters of the
Oriental root of trees
Of the blue of skies,
Inhaling a paradox of sighs.
The moon in silver skin
Kissed by dawn in sin.
Lovers pink in the morning light
Die dazzled, blinded -
Breathe living-dying breath-
Born once again on a lip of light.
Oh holy sight!
copyright toklas August 9, 2000
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