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the kiss
Many years since,
she is silent and fallen to ashes.
I remember our first kiss,
Relishing sad murmur of sweet spring
She was fourteen and I was sixteen
It was a small peck, then a tired pinch on my nose
Under the banyan shade, her eyelash wide
Half open and little closed.
She milled the dead leaves
Convulsing sad leaves
her tiny feet trampled them and noise
Were there, the roots nude and pierced.
She smiled before the sunset
and it was her wish
to smile and depart after each meet.
She died the year after,
She is fifteen,
I have wrinkles, grey extra;
The peck is still felt,
When I am alone and spring has come,
Tremors of floating leaf and flying cotton
Etherized with blue butterfly.
Seized me for the quiet angel,
She was dead a year after
the first touch and half kiss.
she is silent and fallen to ashes.
I remember our first kiss,
Relishing sad murmur of sweet spring
She was fourteen and I was sixteen
It was a small peck, then a tired pinch on my nose
Under the banyan shade, her eyelash wide
Half open and little closed.
She milled the dead leaves
Convulsing sad leaves
her tiny feet trampled them and noise
Were there, the roots nude and pierced.
She smiled before the sunset
and it was her wish
to smile and depart after each meet.
She died the year after,
She is fifteen,
I have wrinkles, grey extra;
The peck is still felt,
When I am alone and spring has come,
Tremors of floating leaf and flying cotton
Etherized with blue butterfly.
Seized me for the quiet angel,
She was dead a year after
the first touch and half kiss.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
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