Selfish desire

A kiss,

a tender caress of the lips

that’s larger than life

and longs for eternity

spectacularly overshadowing

the scare of agony

which keeps me rooted

to the empty cosiness

where everyone is no one.

A bliss,

that’s freely given

and anchors my core

to the homely place

in the ocean of freedom

which is not as gorgeous

as they made it out to be

if you have no harbor

to claim and call yours.

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