Misericorde: Honey On Your Finger

Misericorde: Honey On Your Finger

Sometimes temptation can be exquisite torture.

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Prompt was to write a Valentine's Day poem without using the word "love."

My submission has no title. Here it is:

Lips
so close
we breathed each other's souls
in and out and in again,
until they exploded out of their loneliness.
Cracking like ice,
the barriers around our hearts shattered,
falling away,
tinkling music box tones.
Our hearts were free.
Open.
Vulnerable.