Kiss-es

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fleeting fleeing free-ish
desire’s kin
but poles apart
mercurial-ly

steals up cheeks
making blushes blush

dilated pupils
drinking in
more than a kiss
and less

limbs lost
to move or not to move?
no surprising?
the unexplained
kiss-es

impermanence
temporary, that’s
the glory
lost in time
no clocking
such a kiss-es

unattached
to nothing but
now, and
now
and now
no past
no future
now, and then?

one, two, three
he she they
how many?

save them
the 
weak hearts
and the unscathed
the followers
of normalcy

its a reservation ,

revelation sweet
for the curious
even if fatal
knowingly.
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