Day Kisses - Poem by Else Cederborg
The kisses of the day lack darkness
Nights turn kisses into little arrows
the bow is still vibrant from the shot
Was this what I wanted, this passion?
How am I to tell?
It didn't ask, it just moved in
there it was, all alive
an unexpected lodger in the home called me
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