A Kiss

Like morning dew upon the leaf
which settles silently and discreet
absorbed and stolen with sweet relief
Abashed, recoiled at defeat
rarely does it not repeat
The universal language when lovers speak
a subtle treat when companions greet
My life in shambles could use this thing
As soft and precious as summers breeze
Or maybe sporadic, a ravish scene
releasing the tempest inside of me
Magnetic compulsion
I am not free
I crumble
wrinkled, no lack of crease
This amenity is no small feat
I fiend for it
Being but one small piece
Nimble heart of desire and fleet
Without it I am not complete
You are so close
Yet out of reach

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