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THE KISS

And now when I see you, bird of the sea.

I am reminded of our last kiss.

 

Puckered, with a fragility that slowed down time,

no end.

 

Our lips met, saliva absent, un-exchanged, with a gentle touch of knowing.

 

Knowing how you played for me, the drum, and the tiny stringed instrument that was dwarfed in your robust arms.

 

And I for you, how I danced.

 

Uninhibited and free, completely free, we shared in each other.

 

As we were each other’s safe place.

 

That kiss, that bird.

 

The sea eagle.

 

 

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