March 3, 2017Poem
The blush of lips
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The blush of lips
The rush of blood
The brush of skin
Fine blonde hairs below the septum
Invisible to all
Standing tall
Electrified
Reaching out
Conducting emotion
Infinitesimal changes
Pulsing
Every nerve alive
The taste and texture
Honeyed sweet
As morning
An exotic sunrise
Bursting with love
Holding the merest touch
Endlessly
Motionless
Frozen in time
Eyes closed
Mesmerised
Instantly recognised
Your kiss
In life
In dreams.