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Her Kiss

by Ken Harnisch

Her kiss

Will enchant me

On cold mornings

When I allow myself

To think

Her lips are mine to have

 

It was never so

But such is a heart

That paints the sky

So it can invent birds

And clouds and God

At will

 

Soaring undaunted

To the sun

It will believe in anything

Even love;

Even love

11/07/2004

Posted on 11/07/2004
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/08/04 at 12:15 AM

Beautiful.. simply beautiful..

Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/08/04 at 06:10 PM

As I said... the heart paints the sky, even when the mind knows not to. Funny how you can still long for what you know can not be. It is good to see you posting again.... you have been missed.

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