her oblique kiss avoids the english language
across
as it gives it color.
a kiss on the wrong lane
on the horizon
out of reach,
corner of our lips.
A kiss lost under a rug, left
on the porch of an old house
flies
with liftoff bubbles.
A kiss, like yours,
undone in spy tones
through a keyhole,
over a fence,
timid in iced coke:
dark.
A kiss in blue
the disappearing lips
of a poem
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