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My first kiss was this:
Dress rehersal, business.
"I don't know how to tell you this,
but I never have been kissed."

My first kiss was this:
Professional, meaningless.
"Everyday in the mirror,
I worry as the time grows nearer."

My first kiss was this:
A rental contract on my lips!
"And yet he doesn't rent my fears,
This character from yonder years..."


My first kiss was this...

this...

this...

now.



Who is this?
And who am I?
How do I
dare divide?

I have breathed into him
And yet my lungs exhale his sigh...

So very young to come to this,
This wisdom of my given-ness...

This choosing versus driven-ness.

(c) 2006

posted by Headless-in-GR @ 3/30/2006 09:53:00 PM