A Kiss
What one might do with words.
What words might do with one.
When one echoes, ‘Bluebird in Disguise‘
canyon to canyon,
& traces of Cubism disguise the bluebird in a small painting
& one traverses the howling wasteland, to and fro,
criss-crossing a porous sieve – remembering how to protect
who & what one is becoming,
who & what one is becoming,
who & what one is becoming,
& simultaneously, a rivery motion
there – beside the blacktopped road,
in shades of tinted depth, beyond the gully,
the face of the forest whispering a kiss –
in gut-feelings a kiss –
in language a kiss –
In danger a kiss.
A white-magic kiss.
A mother & child kiss.
A kiss at the wishing well.
A moonlight-upon-ferns kiss.
An elusive kiss.
A kiss clawing through sediment.
A kiss brushing your hair.
A kiss breathing your name.
A kiss chanting forbidden knowldege.
A kiss in animal shadows.
The kiss of ecstatic verse.
The kiss of the crystal star.
A kiss of realization.
A kiss following crucifixion.
In stone a kiss. In wood a kiss.
In sundrops the symbol of a kiss.
A kiss in premonition.
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