Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Four- The Kiss By Hannah Williams

I expected the earth to shift
And oceans to be set adrift.
At the spark of our lips
Under this lunar eclipse.
A soft song fluttered in my tongue
Which birthed a love so young.
It still makes my heart skip.
To think of how your mouth danced on my lips.

 

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