It settled down on mine
like breath that made clay man
lips on mine, tongues romp,
teeth caress
Kisses…crackin’
She beheld me very closely
like I could escape into the trees
longing as mine
twixt her swollen grapes, her longing legs
Kiss…our journey.
Dew cascade o’er us
Zephyr, it enveloped
Clouds, stars and Angels filled the
remaining part of our eyes
My fingers slipped down
Then…
We fell from the glory
everything lost prominence
like it was about to begin again
but she,
she was not ready to cross the borders beyond the kissly journey.
