8.30.2011

Poem for #60 - Poem 1

Your kiss is a curse of unrelenting mystery
Those lips are supernatural

Your hands are weapons of the divine
Those fingertips, surreal

When we meet in our realm of the gods
The atmosphere shatters between us

I am frozen and liquefied
I am still and kinetic
Together we are creation

Energy, vibrant and tangible, moves from you
I reach out to taste it

There is a remedy that drips from your soul
I am thirsty for it
I lap it up

If you leave me alone on this earthly plane
I will desiccate

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