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Leaving

You kissed me three times
When leaving,
After
The last time we met.

You had done that once before.

I was left happy, elated.
But real life soon brought me down to earth.

This time, however,
Felt different.

The First Kiss
Was soft and warm, but polite.
On the lips, as always.

The Second Kiss
Weakened me.
I trembled.

And there was a Third.
And it was many things at once:
Welcome
Beloved
Dangerous

I saw your face
Like one
Leaping from the precipice.

The Kiss

The Kiss

Takes meĀ 
Galloping
Over mountains
I have seen
Only in my imagination

Takes me
Soaring
Into the blue, blue sky
Buffetted by the winds

Takes me
Flying
Over waves
And headlong
Into the cool, green depths

Takes me
Into oblivion.

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