You gave me a bottle
with your lips printed on it.
A spray here, a spray there
& I've showered in your kiss.
Turning myself
towards your lips
& how they dream
& how they imagine.
I've pressed on your head &
opened a populace of a trillion
kisses
That I continue to bathe myself.
I have lathered myself in your lips
& dried myself in the celebration
of your eyelids
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