forgiveness is saving after days turned years turned months turn into time thats turned to dust cleave we shall, and cleave we didst and in a kiss, we both find rest
if i could live inside this kiss i wouldnt mind being a tangled mess like tracing hands tangle in tresses tingles tickle through my lips edges trailed with tastes i cant forget
it wouldnt matter if i were more or less because kisses of both leave traces tasted smiles and souls are doubly mated truest hunger with truest touch is sated mind encircles mind in bliss and hands seek places they fit best finding curves and cravings, slipping between fingers, and lingering tender. . .
This love. . . I remember
If we could live inside a kiss, well love we'd know and live in trust for much of both are inside this and moments lost are gained with haste come rushing back to brains unleashed from hidden places in the flesh this beauty rises quick and feasts let us not in weakness birth a beast rather shake our fists at foolish lusts and love, and live, within this kiss
in old love burst anew and threshed
a seed sprouts sudden in my chest what in a year became a ghost in a moment crashed from corners to crest i remember this thirst
in passion pulled from autumns past we spring alive in fall at last