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That Kiss
That kiss
tasted like warm sunlight
toasting the tongue
with honeyed sun
and promises
on a blue sky day
That kiss
reached far into one
seeking to open words
locked inside let out
like crysallis butterflies
wet and warm, shaking, fluttering away
That kiss
cracked codes
brokered seals on contracts
that were ancient and new
begging for no mercy
in love and war, there are no rules
That kiss
like an earthquake
the world shattering away
toppling old empires
inside
crowns and robes falling
That kiss
ringing in the mind
like bells tolling
enter at your own risk
beware beware beware
at the table set for two
That kiss
the mind and heart
co-dependent
debated,
but this is accurate
this is true
That kiss
for memory, served fresh,
the neck, the breast, velvet soft
the salt on the skin
tasted hungrily
beautiful pain expressed
That kiss
the heart swallowed
the feelings like sherbet
the skin lovingly aggravated
the rocking of boats
on the unsure surface of it all, no sight of sure
what need has one of sures
when the heat is rising
and one begs for relief
to be immersed
in a deep cool blue ocean
undulating waves inside
unhostile take overs
like smooth tsunamis
take their captives
willingly clinging
each to the other
to the sensual choice
That kiss
drowning the mind
delivers a mercurial
never ending feast
for the war-worn bedded
behind closed trojan eyes
That kiss
arrives one sunny day
while you’re standing in the rain
looking for sunlight
in your dreams
the wait is served
That kiss
kristallnacht
like the glistening
of cherries jubilee
under crystal nights
fresh and slick
velvet white peaches
tested and tasted
baptised
in violet scented
dom perignon
seduced, bubbles like love, tickle the throat
That kiss
overtakes everything
dissolving words to colours
unheard of in the spectrum melts
silently loud synaesthesia
joy and laughter
That kiss
never for free
the most expensive cuisine
love conditioned wide open
to the predatory unconditional
That kiss
sensually served
on the menu
the bells no longer are heard
only the crackling friction of
wild electric storms
That kiss
the heat and fire
defibrillating
the dead risen again
lying calm
in the beautiful ruins
shipwrecks
the undiscovered
buried below fathoms
souls lost to each other
the most precious
wanton deep treasures
pirates,
and their kissing phantoms
Candide Diderot. '24
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