I'm not the optimist.
I'm an artist,
struggling
but not starving,
not for nourishment
anyway.
People tell me
I'm a good kisser,
but I think to myself:
shouldn't all poets be?
You don't like poetry, you say.
Too unsatisfying.
But I feel you overindulge
every time my lips touch yours.
So I bet you'd know a good poem
next time you read one.
It's not unlike a great kiss:
blissful, ephemeral, satisfying,
like the start of a great journey,
the perfect metaphor
for love.
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