Kissing, ah, kissing, kissing
young people on the streets, in bistros, on railings,
they kiss each other as if they were themselves
they would be just endings
of the kiss.
Kissing, ah, kissing in the car running,
in subway stations, in cinemas,
on the bus, he kisses desperately,
with violence, as if
at the end of the kiss, at the end of the kiss, after the kiss
only outlawed old age would follow
and death.
Kissing, ah, kissing thin young people
and in love, so thin as if
would ignore the existence of bread in the world.
So in love, as if, as if
it would ignore the very existence of the world.
He kisses, ah, he kisses as if
in the dark, in the safest darkness,
as if no one saw them, as if
the sun would rise
luminous
only
after the mouths were broken by kissing and bleeding
she wouldn't be able to kiss anymore
than with teeth.
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About the Creator
Karla Andrea
I like to write poems when I'm sad.
I'm shy when it comes to my writing.

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