by Ava Barbi

I never thought that a kiss
Could haunt like a memory,
Outrun the rain in dampening my joy,
Under a hard-won state of reverie.

This kiss vows never to be forgotten,
Ever to be the spark to a flame,
Always to be relived in countless dreams,
Eternally to sear my heart with her name.

Walking past stony faces,
I suddenly recall a kiss so sweet
That drew in the stale air of wasted breath,
Then baptized cursed lips with moistened heat.

Vivid memory imprisons the kiss within my mind,
Causes trembling in the legs and welling of the eyes,
For a kiss never to caress my lips again
Returns uninvited until the desire dies.

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