Propaganda of Kisses

She kissed with an intelligence that could enlighten the brightest of scholars. The pages her tongue turns. Her love came natural. The woe's of being taught to fear. She guarded her love with the careful fold indented on her cheek. Her favorite author reveals that most pain happens where light cannot reach. Instead she picks and chooses where to place her bookmark. Forgetting to surrender the knowledge she bestows naturally. Loving her is like taking a bite of an apple. Not knowing which side to bite. The circumstance of not wanting to spoil the best part. The core of her smarts folded between the cover of lips. The propaganda of where air becomes breath. She kissed with braille skin and blind eyes. Relying on instinct alone. Her heart alone scribing the words of the next chapter she places her bookmark.