KissA Poem by Luna Celeste
To have our lips grow closer and then touch,
so we may feel each other.
(A prerequisite to tasting,
like fingers flirting with desserts.) We're acquainted through faint, saintly strokes.
To then taste the wet world beyond the plush, so it seems my mind is
leaking out of my world and seeping into yours, just to be swallowed, leaving my skull hollow. And I know your mind does the same when a lump floats into my throat. To have your hands run across the goosebumps blossoming on my neck, arms, and torso, your callouses a bonus. Your fingers kiss me just as your lips do, filling my abyss with bliss.
To pull away a moment, making my mind eject from your world and return to mine. From there it finds the dome, my home, where I may be enslaved by brain waves. To press our lips together again, hungrier this time, for we've tasted the wonders of this dessert--sweeter than sunlight after a storm, or its sheen aftertaste on grass and water. To have our consciousnesses intertwine, a hypnosis of a kind. © 2015 Luna Celeste |
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