Free Verse # 72

My heart, I offer,
a cup to hold your wine,
a censer for your vigils
where you would burn
your most precious tears.

~

We Kiss

My secrets dwell
on the corners of your lips.
You smile
and they become butterflies
fluttering in the sky.
We kiss
and like pearls of wine
they burst and flame
soldering our lips
as our hearts race and beat,
one…

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