It is disgustingly disturbing the way lips forget. What they have kissed, become not sacred but obliterated and the taste of desire lingers like a gnawing hunger, biting into the secrets of night.
How many days must traverse one calendar before, feelings speak their truth. Before moons ripen bright in night skies for lovers to swoon over, with future promise.
The blue moons, the black moons, the super moons, all with their lights of varing orb. When is a kiss sealed, to tomorrow, still lingering in the now
© gillena cox 2026
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Challenge: To use the line "Lips forget what they have kissed"
Ooh, I love this:
ReplyDelete"the taste of desire lingers like a gnawing hunger, biting into the secrets of night."
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Very nicely done, Gillena. I love this line...Before moons ripen bright in night skies for lovers to swoon over, with future promise.
ReplyDeleteThe moon ripening in the sky is such a great metaphor!
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Gorgeous writing, great take on the prompt!
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I love the thought and also how disturbing it is how we forget and distort.
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Very well written, I wish all those moons would remind us of what we have forgotten.
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I love the way you broke up the prompt line with punctuation. Gillena, and your exploration of lips and kissing reminded me a little of the love sonnet in Romeo and Juliet, as did the moons that ‘ripen bright in night skies for lovers to swoon over, with future promise’.
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You write with such conviction here - Jae
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