[,]


your lips stop me, mid-sentence
you know my mind so well,
that, in the infinite pause between
one breath and another,
you finish it for me


[.]


heaven bends to touch.
the brow
of the earth.
and she blushes.
your embrace.
is the perfect ending.
to a perfect day.
to any day.
is perfection itself.


[!]


so pure!
is the confusion
(and so welcome!)
that your cranberry stained lips
bestow
on my little mind
which, where it knows i should be,
now sees you! only you!


you kiss like a different punctuation mark every time
yet never fail to leave me speechless


a.w.


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