Disarray Kisses

February 4, 2012
By JoeHeegaard GOLD, Minneapolis, Minnesota
JoeHeegaard GOLD, Minneapolis, Minnesota
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Threads of ice
sewn to the fringes of leaves
petrified.

A fire once blossomed there,
only to fall in


orderly
disarray.



Fluttering





down,

seamlessly
woven



into

the


wind.

leaving the stain
of red lipstick kisses
spoiling the ground.

We used to play with kisses.
Pile them up
to leap upon.

Before I understood love,
I couldn’t comprehend a world
kissless.

Now, its hard to imagine
ever playing careless
with a kiss.

When did we forget how to love



boundlessly?


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