A kiss from thee is heaven in the flesh
That Angels look on thee in jealousy
As life requires beating in the chest
So doth thy lips exist to breathe for me
No measure of this world will understand
No scientific reason can explain
The shunt that stabs the heart of every man
While longing for that gentle kiss again
There's peril in the eyes stained orange with envy
There's chaos in the hours spent apart
For since the spark from lip to lip shot through me
I cannot rid the hole within this heart
Like Gulls need wings to glide across the air
So I find need to miss this love affair
Sonnet by Ryan Roets. Photo response by Fred Watford.
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