Babies and young lovers
kiss in much the same way.
Open mouthed
receiving
full of love
and
willing to take in everything.
When does the face seal up in a manner
to stop the flow of
love and knowledge,
vulnerability and tenderness?
Why do we become guarded, wary,
timid and judgmental?
We begin life,
love
and
lust
with submission,
rolling onto our backs,
exposing the soft flesh of our bellies.
Then we turn to jade,
slowly,
a process that involves betrayal, mistrust,
little murders
and colored lies.
We die,
tightlipped, underwhelmed,
secrets buried; our goodness
tied up in old photos,
winners’ ribbons,
perfume tainted with age.
Thank you for reading......
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