I wish that I could keep your kisses
Now that you are gone
What was it about your slow…soulful… kisses?
That made my hair stand on end
And hear the beating of my heart
What was it about your strong- passionate- kisses?
That made me forget parts of me
And feel so one with you
Where did you end and I begin?

When spring comes
And people talk of finding someone new
I’ll see you in the budding sprouts
Hear you in the winds
And smell you in the black brown earth
Struggling to give life
The same earth where you were buried

Your kisses I’ll keep
For they are mine.

Sashikala Premawardhane

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