The Kiss
(after Rodin)
Kiss kiss
Kiss kiss.
Eternity isn’t bliss!
Will we always be stuck like this?
You’re face, my lips, your happy wrist
frozen like a butterfly
where it hurts to twist and
where the white stone pins.
Will it only ever be this?
Isn’t a kiss supposed to end
And then begin?
Pelé Cox
1 comment:
A mais bela estátua sobre uma coisa tão simples e profunda como um beijo.
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