I wish I’d kissed you
When you asked to see my eyes
But I was transfixed
By the curl of your lips
And the scarce sincerity
In your words
I wish I’d kissed you
When I saw you that last time
But my mind was set
On the russet shade of your hands
And the curious churning
Of the world
Olivia Burgess (New South Wales)
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