Kissing the Nuclear Bomb
[winked the passerby
kissing a ghost only
seen by jaunt eyes]
below
Soul to Soul in heaven
body to body in mud
teens teaming furnace
creating new suns
ate the worm-word
killing the mind
of a poet/became a
butterfly of indescribable
color\kissing for the first
time is bigger than the
nuclear bomb.
:: 01.10.2022 ::
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