Poem -
Metamorphosis
Sometimes,
as a winter coat
dark and heavy,
our kisses
are dull and clumpy.
Sometimes,
as an electrifying live wire
prehensile and lustrous
our kisses
are warm and viscid.
Our kisses as a picture
never grow old.
they renew what we lose,
they are always new.
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