all the nights
i prayed
not to kiss the stone of
you
when we meet again
in that arid desert
but how can i? mere mortal
with all confusing desires
in love with the desert flower
with thorns
but full of sap and crunch
so i kiss you again
and again
taking the sap from you
tasting so sweet like
honey from the bee,
so crunchy like chicken
from KFC.
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