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If Lips had to Land - March 21, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Mar 20, 2025
  • 1 min read

we owe a lot to gravity

and our scurrying schedules

well-adapted to ground life

 

without it, we’d be swimming

in a sea of air, which might be

unimaginably cool for a week or two

 

but would birds stop flying

and would we miss toes plunging

through grass, creaky porch swings

 

and showers taken

with that warm waterfall

sheeting over the skin

 

think about this - without gravity

kissing would be as dangerous

as landing a plane

 

aim and airspeed

would have to be perfect

for lips to stick a proper landing

 

or the wreckage of love

would spread far and wide

 

and the engine would be heard

still turning

 
 
 

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