A thousand kisses

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A thousand kisses upon thy lips
Like the dew of the morning
They draw nigh too quick
And I am left
searching for a thousand more to brush your lips
Like the beating of the hummingbird’s wings
upon the slightest billowy wisp
of the slightest orange poppy
standing alone in the midst
of a concrete jungle
among the fairest is this
to grow such a delicate blossom in such adverse conditions
Chaos bore thy spirit hence
and like the flutter of the butterfly wings on the wind
you made your ascent
and I am left
squinting into the sunset
for one last chance
of just one more glimpse
of your grace, your beauty
Your loveliness

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