(1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Movements Of The Kiss

Why did we have to kiss like That, and then have to be.
Where did the now time come from, for us, down at the sea.
When that chosen moment arrived for this in our bubble kissed.
What of this space of lavender reflections of melted tongue and lip.
How much can a person take above the sounds of lovely-ness.
There is that measured memory of moving, moving, to the kiss.

by James McLain

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