Osculation

“My life has been the poem I could have writ but I could not both live and utter it.” - Thoreau

we kissed

in a taboo taste of france

hands crossing equators

whilst naked breaths panted and bemoistened territories danced

my passported lips exploring you

your perfed tongue endeavoring me

buoyed by unthinkable, unsinkable hearts

in a blameless, parted sea

Author's Note

"I derive no pleasure from talking with a young woman simply because she has regular features." - Thoreau