Kiss me…

Kiss me. On the lips. With the shore of your pursed
mouth. What more could I ask than to be left out
from the cage of my fears, the store of my wants? Home,

in concept, is a door closing. When
you are closed, nothing more escapes. Who
stops to find my body, tore to drops
of flesh, sees your lips hover.

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2 thoughts on “Kiss me…

  1. I read over this poem several times…each time making somewaht different connections… “Home, in concept, is a door closing”..I suspect parents don’t feel that way but when you’re trying to start your own life… I would think it would be viewed that way. Thanks for an interesting verse.

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