A Kiss
Quite in my element
a thorn curled between
thumb and nail;
disciplined reminders
give and take,
. blood and tears
. in small dose,
but this,
this furious
throat searing need
coursed through
every vein,
. wild as it was bizarre,
met and unleashed
in a mere
brush of lips
this, this could serve
my undoing.
Muses
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