buss

there are gentle

folds in your lips



like the wrinkles

around the eyes of

a happy man



you have the creases

that i have touched with

a smooth and gentle touch



calculating the texture

of your pucker



i have sailed around

the island of joy

in erin*land



and relished the souvenirs

of time spent in harmony

with the pleats of your kiss

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