[Lingering]
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There is something thrilling about a single moment
about instinct and action
because in a moment, which freezes in time
something is born
an idea comes to life.
it came to life between warm lips and
entwined fingers
and secrets.
I kissed Helen of Troy
I kissed Bukowski’s Frances
I kissed the girl who listens.
in that moment, there was nothing but she,
she who shines like a diamond and garners the envy of the brightest stars
in a black-and-white world
of perpetual night.
you’ll find this girl’s mind
discoursing with kings and queens of literature
reasoning with Wilde, Thoreau, Bradbury and Lewis
and daring to boldly imagine between the pages.
you’ll find this girl’s body
in the limelight
all the world is her stage
with the grace of a goddess
and a body to match
warm lips, suggesting hips.
you’ll find this girl’s soul
if you search (as I have)
and there you might glimpse it
from the flash of her smile
the smell of her hair
the linger of her kiss
she breathes inspiration
and her movements flirt mystery.
but I know it can’t last
and when I am gone
you’ll find this girl
who kissed me and
I kissed her back.