But when i kiss Her,
souls like tectonic plates
collide.

And bodies quake.
And hearts ache,
only to be closer
to beat closer
To be the blood that
flows in Her

And when i kiss Her,
in sensual silhouettes
from her tongue bleeds
hot cinnamon gum
and stale cigarettes
and love
like Her secret ingredient.

And when i kiss Her,
skin cells sing,
melodious high-pitched
desires to cling
to Her own.
Heart beating over-grown
forgets the rhythm of alone

And when i kiss Her
in the quiet moonbeams,
stars begin to foxtrot
like celestial dreams
that i wish never to wake from,
so i let the night lights take from me
every sadness stored up, gladly.

And when i kiss Her
in the strong sunlight
reflecting off Her
half slit eyes
i have to smile.

i have to smile
when i kiss Her.