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Beso Perfecto
(Perfect Kiss)

by Monique Rardin Richardson

The city street corner, painted

in scarlet from the neon signs

and traffic light, bounced off

the wet pavement—while my hand

was held in the warmth of a man

who knew how to free a body

and young mind of pain

 

When emerald echoed art

on the asphalt, my heel stepped

off the curb, suspended in flight,

until I was pulled back to the sidewalk

and turned into a heated East Coast

embrace, and for the first time,

met with his sultry, soft lips

 

I don't know how many times

the colors danced in the open air

before our lips parted, but it was

the best unexpected moment

devoured from his confidence

and my desire to be his desired

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