Tonight, I read about the science of kissing and why we kiss. Interesting stuff. Here's today's poem.
It's better to be labeled
unpredictable
than unable to change,
referred to
as passionate
than a crazy other name.
Things appear as small in mirrors
(and other places)
as you want them
to appear.
Ask and you will see
what answer is
revealed (as truth) to you and
me.
Should you kiss in order to believe?
Your slime and moisture
will mix
in a
science of ancient beauty
wrapped up in stars,
an Egyptian Milky Way of crevasses and
arms.
You longed for water and
depths to
scale, measuring,
completely unaware.
Be aware
of the feeling
it creates
to
climb the side walls.
Because once you
breathe it in
wholeheartedly, it will stare at you,
and make you stare back.
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