Poetry

A Kiss

21 May 2018

I haven’t been kissed in so long.
When everyone is tucked
between bedsheets stuffed with
love and honeycomb (because
even I know that
the sweetest of loves crumble
between dawn and dusk);
I walk through trees
singing to me about growth
as I press flowers on
my neck and the corner of
my lips waiting for something soft,
Again.


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