Lips and the absurdity of tongues.
For some this moment
is a fumbling end to potential intimacy
in clashing braces
the taste of nicotine breath
For us though, twelve years ago
the lips that had smiled and spoken
sweet tongues explored mouths
a beginning of forever.
Kissing for Sunday Scribblings. I also thought it was about time to post a happy love poem, which is truer to my personal reality than my endless poems of unrequited love, though those too are true in their own way.