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The Kiss
an interactive poem

Will you kiss me?
standing up, Yes. I can do that. I can do that.
coming closer, browns meeting greens
My breath probably smells.
Yeah, mine too. You got mints?
No.
Mouthwash?
Yes.
Let's use mouthwash.
We don't care.
No, we don't care.
walking into each other's arms

{imagine the most romantic kiss you have ever seen on the silver screen}

We didn't care.

Breathe

hold me in your arms
let me suckle at your breast
until this panic in me subsides

stroke my hair, tenderly
softly sing your song of love to me
let my child drift into its shelter of mother's arms
long enough
just long enough
to breathe.

© All Copyright, 12/22/99, Margaret C. Rigsby.
All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission.