The Beauty in a Kiss
A Kiss can be as beautiful, as grand a course
for making passionate love – and more – then that of intercourse.
A Kiss can stimulate the spiritual !
A Kiss can stimulate the biological !
A Kiss can stimulate the psychological !
A Kiss can stimulate the physical !
And your words “ life is far to short ”,
has me wondering ?, what sort
of thoughts - designed to kill !,
moments are denied, let slipped by unfulfilled’
Your beautiful lips come before - these eyes caress
your lips, never to know the passion, you suppress,
except for twice ( so nice ! ) – Montreal and New York State where the only places, my life with you, came to know fate.
Are your lips, the dust of fragile, butterfly wings ?,
kiss them and they loose the ability, no longer sings
of the beauty of flight, no longer able to fly,
just sit upon a flower and cry
as you both – grounded, locked in – wait to die .
Is this the excuse for ?, (or is it hypocrisy ?,
that drives “ life is to short ”) yet moments empty, unfulfilled.
Can it be the fear of being grounded ?,
or are these thoughts - unfounded ?
Is this soul, these lips of mine, reaching out to hers,
a poison that robs those butterfly dusted lips of hers ?
Can she not see the pixie dust that lies upon mine ?,
wants nothing more then to help her sour, know sublime,
to intoxicate the energies of her life’s force
and to be, as one with her, as a matter of our life’s coarse !
B. J. “A” 2
November 11th 2008