Saturday, February 17, 2007

Owed To A Kiss

If I could hold your hips or hands
Or touch you places you can't stand

Then turn around to face my face

We'll kiss and feel our pulses race

When on the corners of your mouth

I'll dream my dreams of journeys south

To hold your cheeks in both my palms

And feel my back within your arms

Then pause to help us catch our breath

This matters more than life or death

My fingers wrapped around your throat

A paradox and antidote

Into the fray I taste your teeth

The all around and underneath

So soft and hard and right and wrong

Like singers of a wordless song

And bitten lips and nibbled tongues

And air sucked out of fondled lungs

Our mouths entwined in heedful bliss

Defining essence of our kiss

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