the kiss

Heather T

on the fluttered fringes of these skins

our breezes are easy chemicals

solar licking flares

that expose us nudely

to our schemes

the cells eclipse the voyeurs


reduce them to elemental things

blood and nerves and jasmine

exhaling ballads to ravening lungs

impatient for panting warm

on wreaths of thirsty sheets

where cool was lost to pulses


in the bosom of some neural music

hovered in this in between

cusp of still life breathless

endlessly painting our beginning

the jealous artists' brushes

pale to paint our water colors


where hell's fingers cannot snare

the virgin's suicide

and the criers and howling wolves

will lie in soothe of full lipped winds

that strip the quivered branches

wide eyed at her leaves


whose oxygen is not sovereign

I will part their lips

and clamp their eyes

if you will give me nothing

but to lean in for

this kiss

 

  • Author: Heather T (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2017 14:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Louis Gibbs

    Whew! I need a cold shower! Lovely, sensuous poem, Heather.

    • Heather T

      Appreciate you peeking in, Louis. I had a tough time posting using my PC. Either it has gremlins or the site does!

      • Louis Gibbs

        I've had problems too, but have about figured out the site's system. It's a little frustrating and unforgiving, but doable..

      • swingline

        Poetry ! Pure poetry .

        • Heather T

          That's a fine thing you just said. Appreciate you muchly!

        • Heather T

          Humble thanks to you for spending some time here, poet.



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