A Woman's Kiss
There is something that lives
in a woman's kiss
behind the pleasure
of her lips slipping
against mine
sof' friction awakening
the beast in the soul
It is something to know
how a woman tastes
tongue touch tongue
soul touch soul
impossible
to better comprehend
anyone
to reveal yourself
naked to her palate
pure
It was a kiss that made me
a kiss that destroyed me
a kiss that consoled me
a kiss that controlled me
but only one kiss to save me:
the one from those
little lollie lickin' lips
that let the sun rise
once again
on this languid life
and left me lost
to anything less
than our destinies
intertwined
like the ideal
lustful lingering loving
kiss