Kiss

After all, what is a kiss?

Two lips on another pair;

Textured taste of thrill,

ecstasy coursing through our veins

An icecream on a hot summer's noon

Melting along the long shadows in dark deep woods

Sweet, cool flutters of butterflies

at the pit of your soul?

What is a kiss if isn't a pain

That comes alive with your being

And fills you to the brim

with something beyond

Gratitude, much more than greed

Perhaps just a tenderness in your

Being for beyond the now?

A kiss perhaps is like gentle waves

lapping at the lusty shores

Of existence, reality and the sense of me

Or could it be the music of those silent, dark nights

Your musky, warm embrace,

Crisp cotton shirt and gentle bruises?

Warm, wet, gentle, urgent

Messages to the self; here within

With you and without;

A kiss perhaps is merely then

A memory of the one that wasn't enough

Of two that became

four; and then, Just one.