After the 33 million people who have 
died from HIV/AIDS

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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.