He Wants to Kiss my Mind

by Alison McKenzie

He wants to kiss my mind
Languid conversations that roam
The universal language of
Food for the soul

And, of course, rainbows

Sweet, tacit caress
In a world gone mad without passion

He wants to kiss my mind
Tilt of my chin to the glorious blue sky
In adoration I quench my thirst for the sensation
While my lips brush the margins of his imagination as well
I think I may kiss him back


Author's Note: For the Warden

Posted on 11/20/2006
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 11/26/06 at 06:47 AM

I love it! With a mind like yours who can blame him? Last stanza is awesome! "While my lips brush the margins of his imagination" Yummy!

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