Just a Kiss

Perhaps it was just a kiss warmer than your soul remembers in that moment's comprehension but no doubt only some dim fraction of your inner light unbound and undressed where you are entangled longing to be entwined, forgotten, and lost adrift upon the sea of no desire without direction lingering there until the sky becomes sunset sunset becomes night night becomes dawn and dawn becomes day again born anew a thousand times each time unique without parallel perfect wrapping around your own reflection as your shadow consumes itself in the darkness of your own light and in the light of your own darkness you become one without separation floating in yourself a salty sea within a sea of clouds reflected in an eye each folding into the other oozing slowly like molasses or running fast as heavy liquid gold birthing out of each part of the other and diving back into the same blissful abyss a continuum of sighs layered over in a divine skin sliding like silk across a warm lake of fire without flames screaming or silent in motion or stillness ever changing but always the same never really new but always fresh you reach for the finish that will not come but eventually slice yourself apart to become two again two so you can see the both and comprehend the beauty of having been one and the desire to be that again perhaps calling this love you might forget it is your essence and nature