I, like

I, like an ingénue, tipped off
guard by kisses that belonged with
her. For sanctity eclipses even
beauty. And still we wrote
clean lines in dust
from faith so blind, disputing
rust is age decay

I, like an Icarus, iconoclast of
guardian laws. Falling from love
heroically, forever trading faith for 
beauty. Senseless sensation
cleansed by your forgiving kiss and
from such highfalutin airs
rusticating happily in exile

Today is Kiss and Make Up day! So for my MTB prompt “Vertical Lines of Kisses” we choose a given line of poetry and rotate it, taking each word (original or derivative) as the start of each successive line – I chose “I guard her beauty clean from rust” from Siegfried Sassoon’s “The Kiss”