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If I were a kite, and you a cloud, I’d milk wind for a stolen kiss. Advertisements
Her lips, in kissing, raspberry wax sealing notes, for heart’s safekeeping.
My desire to feel God is the same as the child’s dreamlipped desire to kiss the red kite bobbing and arcing far and away tethered to his wrist a wordless prayer given over to wind and sky.
Excepting the lines, a sated merger, bonding human to divine. (Constantin Brancusi’s “Kiss”)
In the resident smolder of lips, a seared prelude, announcing blatant recourse to the sheerest intent.
Her talk of bruised skin, and how it caught fire on the far side of trespass, fascinated me to no end. She wanted to burn clean through, didn’t want to hear any more talk about cooler heads prevailing, or stubborn … Continue reading
Unbridled, the holy seethe, touching upon lips, to reinvent the kiss as barest gospel.
Cherish, the strayest fibers thinning mouth to prayer, airing lips this side of kiss.
Tinder, how tongues snake flames to debut summer’s flick– Burn Slow While Kissing.
At vellum’s core, pink, parsing the grammar of lips, to trespass, lightly.