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The Kiss

By Ashley Bright

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

You’re an unforgiving beast Depluming the pink and taste from my budding wands Certain like a black hole swallowing the moths from my mouth and the whisky from yours Draped like a crimson bride I am no longer wine when I’m drenched in clay But I hold you dear for all the amnesia I recall and close to my clumsy kernel beating an awful break I am certain of your tongue and serpent scent stinging far beyond rubber burns and you’re a dealer diamond Displayed for the children’s laughter Oh come on you fool! I know this passion bird as I sleep in sandpapered sheets There is a certain disguise when you’ve closed your eyes and not a beggar would trade it for meat. Written December 25th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 03:09 AM PST    10 • 8 • 6

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