By B.K.
Date: 18 March 2001
One Kiss
One kiss and I know you are there,
bringing kisses of wine that memory
could never erase, leading our spirits
back to one another with fervent desire.
Drawing you back into sanctuary of this
burning trance, one touch of skin, I
am yours as clay to the potter, to bend
and shape, surrendering, to loves artistry.
Movement as natural as breathing, objects
of art, these bodies as they move as one
slipping the bounds of earthly reign,
together, in rapturous mystical dreams.
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