The Kiss

The Kiss, Rabi Khan


The air that slips between her lips
Tickles past her lover’s hips
She reaches in to take a sip
Of nectar from the tender tip
So nightly pass the sailing ships
E’er a full moon does love eclipse

Frost

The riverbed has been so dry of late
Moss on the rocks is powdering
I saw some new frost the other day
Hiding from the sun, in the dry leaves
Unexpected living moisture, a treasure
Just enough to wet my tongue
Not enough to really satisfy
It made me hurry myself home
To raid again my own supply

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Homosopia

Myopia.
Hyperopia.
I have peopleopia.
Homosopia?
Not too close.
Not too far.
Stand over there
Where I can see you.
Stop talking.
Quit looking at me.

Man.
I really like you a lot.