Kiss
How to describe two beautiful eyes looking out from a window soaked in sun, still dim from the end of my love affair? Everyone must accept their lot in life and somehow, I still refuse the hand I’ve been dealt with. Should I be proud if I am dirty? Would I be proud if no one believes what I believe in? What am I supposed to do, now that unfulfilled desire has returned?
I let go of these thoughts when I feel the cat sitting on my lap warming my hand now. That elusive happiness my life needs will be felt not in sighs but in smiles when I find it. Until then, running on the beach down the cliff from my house shall remind me that there are things larger than myself to console me.
Text: © Orlando Barahona
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