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Poetry

Kisses In The Dark

Twice in the dark
and once for the myth.
Kiss me with your voice.
An air of scented choice.
A lemon heart of pith
and kisses in the dark.

A new and bold thickness,
a lapping of hair.
Rich browns echo around.
Warm wet mist,
inside in the park.
A lemon heart of pith
and kisses in the dark.