New Year's Poetry Challenge, Prompt #5
"Write a poem about kissing or about a kiss. No word in the poem can be more than one syllable."
You held art in your palms
made brush strokes cry
but by no means had I watched you paint
with as much grace and pain
as when you would cup my face
press me ‘tween your lust and the wall
and kiss me like an old film
You used to look at me like no one has since
like you could love the worst parts
You held art in your palms
when you drank me calm and slow
like tea, like I could heal you
yet the warmth of your breath
slid down smooth and wild as gin
I could feel your craft
through the part of your lips
felt like a prized piece on that wall
But some art
you just
throw
out
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