A Kiss-Max Meunier/Dissociative Void

A beautiful sigh of a poem from my dear friend Max Meunier

Max or Not

a kiss
should be as precious
as a rose unravels
to the sun

delicately ardent
intimately conscious
of its limits

gently coaxing
its full potential
strength through vulnerability

just as long so as to
bring about its beauty

with fine attunement
intent to see it flourish

breathing life anew
upon the moment of acquaintance

drawing in its bounty
ebbing as the dawn recedes the sea

urgency coercing tranquil
acquiesce of Pleiades

dare not overstay its presence
reciprocity insists

through yearning skies
a coalescent calming
cries of moonlit lips

[image credit: Jan Toorop]

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      1. For real, if I were a witch, the cat would be my familiar. I love cats so much. My baby boy, he’s old, and missing teeth…my Melvin, he’s the greatest. I sing opera to him, and he loves it. EEEeee, I could burst just thinking about how much I love him.

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