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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.

 

 

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