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”