In Your Kiss

with love, to R.P.

When you touch your soft lips to mine

I feel you melting into me.

I feel your soul starting to seep,

to sing into my heartspace.

Softening, we begin to

blend together,

our kisses becoming one.

Speaking our secret language…

…say more.

The currency of this kiss

reminds us of the risk

to bare it all and

give for this moment;

to live for this moment.

Your tongue against my flesh

pulls the heat of

the uncertainty of life

up from my navel

to my mouth.

I wonder if you know

just how dearly

you make me want

to come…

To meet you where you are;

all heart and feeling,

all giving and touching;

without a care.

Consequence-less, I call you.

That's how I see you.

And it intrigues me.

So I allow my "Self" to orbit

around your sun,

so bright, so warm,

as my lips dance with yours.

Neglected spaces in my body

light up in your embrace.

Touch my neck and tell me

you hear me;

that you see me,

and that I'm real.

Because in your kiss

I feel real.

Thick material of liquid love

languid against

the moistness of our touch.

The point where our lips meet,

the intersection of our worlds,

takes me to a parallel recurrence

of the sun at the highest moment in the sky.

It's as though your kiss

has the power to illuminate

my mind.

And I want to feel more.

Speak to me again

in the way

that melts my vertebrae.

…say more.