Buddha Kisses
.
The voices of your kisses
swell my lips with
echoes,
haunt them,
speak all over them,
again and
again;
.
they are piled up in rows like
chanting schools of monks
convened before a
golden buddha sitting
.
neither pleased nor displeased
.
very much at ease with what he hears.
.
Suddenly one of them breaks into
uncontainable
song.
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