Poem – “Pressing Lips” – Romance – 3/9/2020

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I am against,
And far below
The deep eternal,
Where kisses hold me down,
And love makes me drown.
Kisses red,
Kisses grand,
And washed
Upon everything dead.
Every heart
Comes alive.

Veins burn in wrists, to be kissed,
Hands to be kissed,
Hands to be held.

Love washes
A soothing flame,
Upon everything
Related to disdain.
Its taste
Is a bittersweet one,
Full of challenge,
Full of tears,
Nothing so alike it, when kisses are as red
As the blanket over,
When laid as deep as ever Heaven was vacant.