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Inori Kimimoto Feb 2021
I remember when we first met,
t’was a chill’d Autumn day.
Oh, how ever could I forget!
it was a Friday, many a May.

On that day, stood thee:
fair skin’d and rosey cheek’d,
dark plumes in morning gust.
your gaze my eye had seek’d,
your touch my heart did lust.

on that day, stood I:
heart heavy with fluster,
stood I still as time did flow;
if only courage could I muster,
my love for you would I show.

Wo! my heart did cry,
Wo! had I sadly weep’d,
until my name you did call
and my heart to heavens leap’d.
oh the joy! I still recall.

~ Inori
A poem for a girl with fair skin and rosey cheeks
Inori Kimimoto Feb 2021
With hearts in tandem
we stand: lip locked
bated breath, sweaty palms
tongues wrestling to wring a sodden truth.
A simple truth that is this: I love you!

~ Inori
There's something about kissing that feels like trying to extract a confession of "I love you" from your lover's tongue.
Inori Kimimoto Feb 2021
I lost my footing in the wide of your smile.

I beg your pardon?

It’s a simple slip of the tongue.

~ Inori
Falling in love and tongue tied
Inori Kimimoto Feb 2021
“There’s plenty of fish in the sea,” says she,
drawing a blade to cut the line.

“I’m hooked to this fish!” protests I,
begging her not to.

~ Inori
Inori Kimimoto Jan 2021
I cover the strident stench of lies
with menthol candy drops,
It clings to my skin like beads of sweat.

I hold ten notes in clammy palms;
Nine on left and one in right.
I hand them to my mother,
Nine crisp notes and a crumpled truth;
Don’t get too close — I wreak of nicotine.

~ Inori
An honest poem from a closeted smoker.

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