Youth
Youth
See the young, they kiss all day,
they kiss all night
kiss and kiss
and dream of flying
to where their kisses
need never end.
There they fly!
Wingless, lips sealing
their plan for the sky
where a kiss can blind one
to what passes by.
A kiss in the sky
is not like
a kiss in a bar
a kiss on the sidewalk,
a kiss followed by a pause
that needs only a slight breath
to kiss one more time.
In the sky it's important
to know where to moor.
To know blood spit
from torn lips hangs close by
as the kissers continue to kiss.
Space complicates kisses.
The eternity no one can see,
the endlessness impossible to grasp
so we should not be surprised
when we hear of the kiss,
the longest kiss alive,
that they kissed and kissed
until it pushed them away
turned its back
and left them behind.
after Nichita Stănescu
Last edited by John Riley; 12-19-2023 at 11:06 PM.
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