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Honeysuckle

by red_viper

I kissed his honeysuckle lips 

Felt healing hands and fingertips 

Whether ice or fire, I couldn't tell 

But either way, they burned like hell 

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red_viper

I’m a lifelong martial artist. I’ve written since I was young for myself as a form of self examination and therapy. Growing up closeted during the AIDS crisis and in small town Kentucky, I didn’t feel I had many options for outward expression. Life is different today, and I express what I feel here.

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red_viper
<p>This is a poem I wrote quickly and wihtout the usual ruminating over edits that I do, after I first kissed a guy I&#39;m crazy about.&nbsp; It was one of those thunderbolt moments where passion just hits and gives that heady euphoric feeling.&nbsp;</p>

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