Two sets of lips
lightly brush,
Is it a kiss?
Hours pass,
the lips meet again
long slow kisses.
Life shifts.
Love grown over
months of late night
long talks,
friends become lovers.
Twenty one years,
societal shift
a wedding kiss,
made sweet
by the wait.
The fearful,
claiming faith,
can't erase the love,
the legacy of that
first kiss.
Thanks to Shelley and Sunday Scribblings for the inspiration.
2 comments:
Cool poem :)
Liked that a lot.
Excellent - thank goodness that sciety has finally become more accepting.
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