Stolen Kiss

It was quick, but sweet

The touching of two tunnels

Where breath is held

Silently

Suspending

The moment in time

Two soft petals of silken red

Were pressed together

To form a flower

Which lived but a second

In

Full

Bloom

The gardener smiled

To see such a beautiful thing

A stolen kiss

It will not wilt

It will not wither and die

For it is planted now

On

Our

Fertile

Lips

And will grow

In the sunshine of our memory

By the pain of yearning tears

Into

A

Perfect

Secret

Smile