His Kisses
Oh, bring bank spring nights.
His kisses filled with overwhelming might.
Alas, when the moon was young
and so were we.
Alas, how I still, years later, long for thee.
Eternal love, true, it be ours.
Held gently in dainty golden jars.
Our kisses saved in memories’ mists.
I still feel the velvet of your softest lips.
2-18-2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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