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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