Kiss - Poem by Garry Burdick
What befalls the kiss once given?
A touch of the past that so
wants this moment, again and again
so wondrous the mind blocks it’s
The heart could cave with a thought of
non - replication.
What souls would do to regain that threshold in time.
Detain, pursue, hold a kiss for
ought that be all that is bestowed
in the light of the sun;
it must last until -
Garry Camp Burdick
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