A blob of sweat, a passion fruit,
bobbing on your brow
for a second,
moved by the waves
of tantalizing moments,
as I watch in self oblivion
falls on my swollen lips
presents
a gift of your sweet scent,
there you kiss, again and again
make, fire erupt,from the embers,
form lips, joined *****
moving in unison,
and the pit of my heart,
where you have lighted
fire works at that exact moment.
Those desperate leaps hoping against hope to cross
the human limits, are always nothing but futile;
that prompts human spirit to seek other ways to transcend.