The Kiss

Our fingers interlock. Fumes of Lemongrass twirl from her sweater, igniting my senses. Rhythmic beats beneath her breast bone soothe my wounds. We wait with bated breath like a game of chess— she has me at checkmate.

Glittering hazel eyes study the portrait of tomorrow and lips of rose meet that of my own. All that pained before, pained no more. A kiss worth a thousand of life’s delicate tragedies and simply, a blessing blossoming.


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