Iris N. Schwartz

Bliss

We speak
the language of lovers,
fluent conspirators
Aglimmer with guilt.
We turn entwined
tongues heavenward,
blushing supplicants cojoined
in lingual prayer.
You and I kiss
the clouds with impertinence,
yet savor each other
on envious earth.

E-mail: ischwartz@kpmg.com

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