Saturday, March 19, 2011

Kiss - by Debbie

No fireworks explode
No bands play
No Cupids hover
as they did in the beginning

and yet

when we kiss

the joy wraps around us,
and holds us fast.

Nothing else matters:
not the fireworks
the bands
the fat flying cherubs.

You are the truth of me, my love.

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