Your kiss would be an island
Afloat amongst the sun born freckles
That splay across the back of my shoulder
Like birds in flight
Your kiss would sink deep within
Lost to the naked eye like Atlantis
But it would be a private poem written into my flesh
To carry with me through this life
As a reminder of who we were
That late summer eve
E.A. O'Connell
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