Only that I kissed you the one time
Pressing my fury onto your perched
is as inescapable of your refuge
burning ink blotter spots in my
memory of our collide.

Only that I kissed you once, tasting
the sweet of your saliva remains my
present moment as the world removes
events in your absence, pressed into
stone, weathering collapses.

Only that I pressed my silent plums
Upon your ripe, indulging the taste
of delicate spring, melts internal as
my viscera remembers the sounds
of intention.

Only that I tasted your sweet over
mere empires of insignificance reminds
the faint lilies to touch sunshine
forgetting all but the glow of your skin
that they are alike midnight puddles
in a subtle pause.

Only that I press hope into ripe tones
of your perched sonnets, grapes press
color from pulp as skin evaporates
leaving only the immortal nectar of
love's fruit.

Only that my mouth accidentally found
yours our flesh told pauses to become
immortal, searching for deeper surface.

01/21/2010

Posted on 01/21/2010
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