The Kiss



A great deal can be divined from a Kiss.

Yet yours puzzles me.

It is mysterious.

You both sit on a throne which encircles you,

There is unity in that-

Yet he holds you captive.

Strong hands hold your face fast.

Though at your heels I see golden blooms festooned.

His affection stirred something within you?

As you dug your toes in to the brink.

Curled. In anticipation?

Ah, but the kiss was not mutual.

He embraced your cheek.

Time  immemorial is slowed 

In the prelude to a kiss.

None more so than here.

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