A kiss I don’t want to miss

We wait our whole lives for this

Morning light strikes my lips

It’s a kiss I don’t want to miss

It’s it’s own kind of bliss

When the sun rips my mind to bits

And fists let go

of the need to know

Why the seeds we sow

Grow into deeds that show

Just how little of our roots we know

As saltwater tears turn into mist

Our stories Rise from the black abyss

And sing our scars into soft lips

That open like flowers

Held in the spell of Life’s deep Power

As tongue touches wounds so deep

The blood and the salt trickle thru sleep

To dream of a Well that will topple the tower

As Green Man reclaims the game again

And turns Hours into Nows

That are forever Ours

Somehow.

Charleen Johnston 5-30-22

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