that it's all in the first kiss.
that miraculous
joining of lips,
the thrill of faces pressed
together, nose to nose,
beneath a well lit moon.
no words can be said
in this embrace.
is there music playing?
has the wine been poured,
is this
the beginning of something
new, or just another
set of lips, another detour
until the real one comes
along.
just practice?
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