LOVE CHARM
I kiss your philtrum
and you moan.
I lick a tiny trickle
of sweat
from it.
I know
it has no
apparent function
& survives
between your delightful nose
& your delicious upper lip.
But what
of it?
A kiss
fits
so
neatly
into
it.
And leads to lips
& lips upon lips
ending in an ******
ellipsis . . .
I love to look
upon it
as the indent left
by the finger of God
or where an angel
shushes the yet-to-be-born
teaching it to forget
all it has learned
in the world
of the womb.
I kiss again
your philtrum
a kiss
fits
so
neatly
into
it.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
LOVE CHARM
I kiss your philtrum
and you moan.
I lick a tiny trickle
of sweat
from it.
I know
it has no
apparent function
& survives
between your delightful nose
& your delicious upper lip.
But what
of it?
A kiss
fits
so
neatly
into
it.
And leads to lips
& lips upon lips
ending in an ******
ellipsis . . .
I love to look
upon it
as the indent left
by the finger of God
or where an angel
shushes the yet-to-be-born
teaching it to forget
all it has learned
in the world
of the womb.
I kiss again
your philtrum
a kiss
fits
so
neatly
into
it.
