This Will Be a Kiss
Did I ever say that the tulips
were wrinkled ?
Did I ever curse the dust which
did skirt
mine nose ?
The yellow , olive green,
as if I care
shades of thine skin ?
No !
You hush,
and check out
this here blush...
it is for the soul who in right(write),
stalk the me !
And whose lips...
and hips...
will,
remember
me
This
will be a
kiss
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