A Kiss, Because We Are Lunatics
Tales of Old,
Endymion on the hill,
amidst his eternal sleep
knows that Selene, the Moon,
is the most beautiful thing he has seen.
You just don't know how
every kiss was a suture for my eyes,
consciously,
to force me to be blind
to the beauty of the moon.
Each time I do not kiss back,
the needle buries itself deeper.
This might
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