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Kiss


There is nothing else to do
but kiss.
It is night. It is always night, yet
there are no stars, no moon.
Torches have not been invented.
Once you have chosen your partner
you are thick with his embrace.
There is no other action
but this kiss.
Sex has not been invented, in fact,
we are the only two people alive.
We are white, we are cold,
but we kiss.
This embrace does not move us,
we are still to it. Clothes have not
been invented. We are frozen
to each other. Some might call this
eternity. I can breathe through my nose,
so can he. My jaw no longer aches.
We do not use our tongues.
We have nothing to say to each other,
so we kiss.