He wants to kiss my mind
Languid conversations that roam
The universal language of
ALL THAT IS
Love
Intellect
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

11/20/2006