Run-On Sentence

The black bowl 
of heaven looming over us 
was freckled with ten thousand stars,
which, despite the marvel
of their brilliance
crossing the universe
for untold eons,
failed to impress me
as much as the tiny stains
of the sun’s love 
that daylight had burned
onto your glorious face,
and so I kissed you,
suddenly and impetuously,
without once considering
what consequences
such a brazen act
might provoke.


© 2019 Thomas Horton

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