Sunday, November 15, 2020

The Dogma of Passion

If I had known 

the last time we kissed 

that months later I'd still 

be waiting for the next


I would've held your face in my hands

like water seeping through my palms and

pressed my lips against yours

as if I'd never be able to drink again.


But I did not know and now

my ears host ominous whispers

whispering that I screwed up 

in my refrain.


Yet I know that when I see you next

I will leave no room for confusion

about how much

you were missed.


Passion bursting between us 

like the fireworks

that illuminated the sky

on the night that we first kissed.


-Liz

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