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After the 33 million people who have
died from HIV/AIDS
It was morning & the sun
Was out. So tired of doubt,
I wanted kisses –
A little bit like this:
Slab of meat on my
Eye of doubt. I’m breathless
But alive. Lake-water blue,
But alive.
& I linger
On the rose-lips
of the sun, like this,
& it kisses back.
It was morning, &
Red ribbons hugged
My throat –
I couldn’t have done this
Without you.
All 33 million kisses
To you & you & you,
Here comes the sun.
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