Falling came with gentle recognition,
So this was what the poets often described,
As I traced shimmering lips with mine,
Their breath was a sonnet on my tongue,
The kiss was a silent spoken word act,
Exchanging love letters between two minds,
Piercing hip bones clicked against my own,
I traced softly crafted yet freckled skin,
My heart longed to peck each tiny spot,
Claiming the flawed beauty within,
A bit of a fringe tucked beyond the ear,
With a tender whisper to my eager eyes,
'How lucky I am to have you' is said,
'What luck indeed to call you mine'
I'm Kaila Patterson and I'm a teenage author and activist based in Ireland.
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