Day-Kisses
The kisses of the day lack darkness
Nights turn kisses into loving arrows
the bow is still vibrant from the shot
Was this what I wanted, this passion?
How am I to know?
The passion didn't ask leave, it just moved in
there it was, all alive
an unexpected lodger in the house called me
©Else Cederborg
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