The Kiss

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Contributor: Judy Moskowitz

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The kiss has a mind of it's own
always knowing here it wants to go
if it could talk, would it tell me
where it's been feeding
with breath fresh as spearmint
getting lost inside a ballad
the slow dance with no conscience
but the promise that I will be the last
or am I just an idea
that can smooth and soothe away
the sting of reality
in the face of things dear
this life so fragile
has changed even the smallest freckle
in a garden of weeds

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Judy Moskowitz, a professional jazz musician, has been published in Poetry Life And Times, Michael Lee Johnson's anthology, Indiana Voice Journal, Whispers Of The Wind. Her poem Modigliani was nominated best of the net.


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