Only this lax little kiss
stolen
at an anguished niche
from a coveted lip
heaves
the present day's heart
with haunting throbbing
from that past day's
bloodied breath
spilling right into
tomorrow’s blessed blankness
its crimson inexpungeable
like this scarlet stamp
of the little lax kiss
stolen
from a labeled lip!
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