Tonight I wish to kiss your lips a thousand times
so that the thousand and first is as melodic and sweet
as the first time I saw your swing and felt your
sweep.
Your beauty fits my eyes as a key to an ancient lock
smoothly swirling to unclasp the hasp of the heart.
The soul weeps for such beauty,
worshiping its presence,
and most men live for its pursuit
until age or death slowly
tear them away.
But other men kill such beauty,
first in themselves, and then in the world,
the fear of their exposed soul too much for them to
bear.
Still others seek to own such beauty
like another key at the end of a chinking ring
used to open a tight-fisted heart.
But some men will
open the lock to their heart and throw away the key,
and anything--a tulip sky,
an orange leaf, the sound of a daughter’s grieving
cry--is beauty to bring them tears.
Such is the way I wish to touch your beauty
tonight on the 1001st kiss.
so that the thousand and first is as melodic and sweet
as the first time I saw your swing and felt your
sweep.
Your beauty fits my eyes as a key to an ancient lock
smoothly swirling to unclasp the hasp of the heart.
The soul weeps for such beauty,
worshiping its presence,
and most men live for its pursuit
until age or death slowly
tear them away.
But other men kill such beauty,
first in themselves, and then in the world,
the fear of their exposed soul too much for them to
bear.
Still others seek to own such beauty
like another key at the end of a chinking ring
used to open a tight-fisted heart.
But some men will
open the lock to their heart and throw away the key,
and anything--a tulip sky,
an orange leaf, the sound of a daughter’s grieving
cry--is beauty to bring them tears.
Such is the way I wish to touch your beauty
tonight on the 1001st kiss.
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