Slush ice melting -
our mouths, one hole
of a deep grey ocean,
tender dawn,
pink fog of lips
twist of tongues
soft wind mist.
One breath of rain
our mouths,
one wave and shore
smooch.
Milk flakes of time gather
epistles of hope,
sweet ripples on my mouth
dwell.
Round halos in my heart,
your kiss, a glaze of stars...
If Shakespeare asked:
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? "
So I shall say:
Thy kiss, I shall compare to seventh wave of seas!
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