...that moment of contact
When u have the remote to reality
And you pause movement just so you are not
Bound to time
And lips become a sparkling glass of water
In a desert
Melting you into a mixture of breath and warmth
Quenching your hormone-filled self
And transmogrifying the two bodies into the heavens
Breathing constellations into one another
And love becomes the universe
In so being...
All else is felt within the kisser and the kissed...

                                                               -Conscious