Rose Kiss

Past poets have compared red lips to roses,
and though by now that image is cliché,
it’s not an image that my soul opposes,
because it seemed most pertinent today
when I beheld a rose that looked like lips,
in full bloom that inspired me to kiss,
years since my amorous relationships,
and I felt there was loveliness in this,
for though I lack a lover, I can still
love all the world and kiss it through this rose
whose lip-like beauty can in me instill
a feeling that by way of kissing grows:
how beautiful the world that Love composes
where roses are like lips and lips like roses.

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Mario A. Pita

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