Modern Romanticism

A kiss swept

Fog adrift

Free from mouths

Open with flies.

Yet, their distance, would not keep

Close family from parting.

Love’s partner

Is a fiery one,

One worse than the timber and smoke

Of any person far from hale.

More whole and wholesome

Than the brick received with the spark,

Raised to meet

The broth, for one with a cough.

Kiss the lips,

Despite the disease.

Kiss the cheek,

Despite how they’re weak.

Kiss, and kiss, again

So that love may join the lights

To lighten up the cities.