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First Kiss

i love deftly the
irreverent manner
of your lips mouthing
words for a phrase

"i do not know"

they seem to say
to which my lips
reply they don't either

(but for a yearning
to know your lips,
to be familiar and
easy & tender each
one with the other)

breathing together,
then tearing asunder
the veil that separates
our eyes fire wonder
over the thin distance
between two faces drawn
together in a moment

warm winter sunshine
sneaks a peak under
the awning to bathe you,
face & body, nape & neck
in golden radiant beauty's glow
and without hesitation
    with no thought of
no our lips meet

(old friends)

(new lovers)

and the smile begins at your feet.

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