A Stranger’s Kiss
As strangers we met and kissed
beneath the harvest moon.
The flow of your sweetest life
warms, as if a sunny afternoon.
We lift each other to extremes most high
as the clouds darken your dreams,
but still you gave and sustained me,
with your life flowing stream.
And now I give you a different life,
where you can drink life’s wine.
Like me you now depend upon a kiss
on which our master must dine.
poem by Orlando Belo
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