To be Touched by Tender Lips
Still in my memory, that kiss.
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3 min readJan 30, 2024
Seventeen, the age of hopes and fantasies, my story might have begun then. But I’m not seventeen and have aged beyond hopes and fantasies, so why did this happen?
The memory muse that has touched my lips with hers, and through those lips, something electrical, something blue, and in that momentary touch of tongues, the poet in me was…
