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 womb's world
  






I kiss again
your philtrum  
a kiss  








fits  
so neatly
into it