It was touch eclipsed by emotion.
This emotion defined?
Undefined, in fact.
Love is a circle, lust a triangle.
This emotion exists in dreams and in my mind, where I cannot see it,
yet it is a shape as real as any clock or rooftop.
Before, I was kissed as if I were dead weight;
just a limp, inanimate body in some far-off place.
In this, being kissed as if I were only lips, a soul,
and that temporary wrinkle of contentment on my forehead.
After a slow-burning linger and break, he kisses my florid cheek.
The place he plants his smile leaves a marked spot of
where a tear would stop, if I were alone at that very moment.
This emotion defined?
Undefined, in fact.
Love is a circle, lust a triangle.
This emotion exists in dreams and in my mind, where I cannot see it,
yet it is a shape as real as any clock or rooftop.
Before, I was kissed as if I were dead weight;
just a limp, inanimate body in some far-off place.
In this, being kissed as if I were only lips, a soul,
and that temporary wrinkle of contentment on my forehead.
After a slow-burning linger and break, he kisses my florid cheek.
The place he plants his smile leaves a marked spot of
where a tear would stop, if I were alone at that very moment.
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