Poem’s Kiss

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A word from a dream
and then a poem
composed in the shower's music,
shaped the same way
a lover's mouth may shape
the lips it touches,

and the water 
      a tumbling
           cleansing
                warmth,
                   tasting 

as sweet as a lover's kiss,
sweeter than the rain.

Through the window
the light curves around curtains 
open like a wing,
and in the ink drying
later on the page
a new love insists
on its release into the day
like a new-born thing.