I kissed a poet last night.
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Out in the field of compassion
A royal blue sky lit with candles
Hung as a ceiling, a quartet of soul sisters
Singing, an empty cup overflowing
A river of scarlet lips in prayer,
The experience of this companion
Calling to every inconceivable crevice
Of this passionate body.
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I kissed a poet last night
Igniting a pilgrimage of stars.
Oh! What a shipwreck he has made me.
(c) A Hannan