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Poetry

Kisses

A friend sends me a text meant for his wife,
"There will be dinner and kisses."

Aphrodite! Venus! Rati!
Where are you?

I lean on the concrete wall
A man appears and kisses me on the lips

I wear love beads with a pink crystal heart
Rate grey-haired men in little boxes

One gives me a book to improve my business
Another to find inner peace

The man in the moon
Winks at me, blows me kisses

        Susan Weiman