Osculum

[play_of_life]

and he is no doubt the product of love. Conceived by the unrestrained imaginations of one heart, two bodies, and one spirit. Unburdened by religious circumstance yet governed by an education, a practicality of mind. One whose true beauty hath made him sound of heart and eloquent in speech.

I am left existing as large Cathedral windows
glass, transparent
stained.
Casting the glow of this summer
through the winter of his eyes.

Blowing kisses in bidding farewell
touching your lips with mine,
thereby shattering the weight of this world’s gravity.