Metamorphosis
Sometimes,
as a winter coat
–dark and heavy,
our kisses
are dull and clumpy.
Sometimes,
as the live electrical wires
–touching and sparkling,
our kisses
are hot and rejuvenating.
Our kisses as a picture
never grow old,
they just keep what we lose
–they are always new.
Copyright 2009 Bhuwan Thapaliya