It was when you kissed me for the first time that I knew.
And by this point, there have been so many kisses in life.
The kisses of parents, of children; of loves long lost — once habitual, common; that which became more meaningless and forgotten with time.
But then, you.
You came up from looking at my scars and you kissed me. Hard.
With passion and purpose and desire and lust.
I can’t imagine anything more perfect.
And my heart told my mind: this is significant.
And my mind replied, I know.
And together we took in every detail of the moment like a blind man suddenly made whole, gifted with his first sighting of the most perfect and vibrant sunrise.
My sun rose that night. It’s been burning high and bright ever since.
About the Creator
Sara ✨
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A Rose By Any Name
Just for you, my sweet, A red rose to start your week, To show that I care. [Author's note: This rose bloomed overnight. It weas so perfect in form , I had to send it to someone to remind them I was thinking about them. Out of that came this vey impromptu Haiku.]
By Calvin London5 days ago in Poets
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