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THE KISS

First

I tasted your upper lip.

And no one ever told me

bitter cherries could recite

love poems

so graciously.

 

The lower lip

would not stop narrating

cheesy chansonnettes.

So I told it a riddle

and I kiss it minutiously.

 

As for your tongue…

Well…

That is a too complicated story –

Something like

Schrödinger’s cat:

maybe there’s love there,

maybe there isn’t.

 

 

THE RHETORICAL MERMAID

When suddenly there’s no Sun

And your eyes disappear like the Cheshire cat

I feel like a mermaid –

And no, not the one everyone knows about.

This mermaid remembers the embrace of men

As clearly as the snow on the Kilimanjaro some bearded man

Wrote about sometime before I knew your eyes.

 

And why a mermaid would write poems

Is as rhetorical as why the Cheshire cat

Would play chess with Hemingway!

 

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