The swelling

And if my long kiss could burn your lips,
Then you would allow the unwords
To be jammed between us,
As a swelling,
By forming a ghostly wall,
Which would get higher
Step by step
And day by day
Until it would reach the sky,
And certainly the Heaven,
Where The Lord would understand them.

poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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