Kiss me with the lips
of your Word,
lips that are petals,
petals that fall like words
in a garden I didn’t plant,
lips of seeds kissing earth,
words falling like
“Let there be…,”
like “You are mine,”
your lips kissing
the lips of my heart
from which all day I am dizzy
and in love.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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