KISS ME

 
this is not 'its' basal abyss
that falls in an unfalling stagnation as before
its this time somewhere much above this dark ceiling
very much under trembling jawline in incision
of a thick painpull, the choking tongue strings

and damn
these blatant eyes
in a dumb effusive gush
that which startdrops a slow flow
in a crashing midway stand, at nasal
adjacencies
and that, this first wave
washes away
by astonishingly successive
express-avalanche anguish streams

the eyes. damn them again

never seem to dry out
like endless wordtrails in hardswallow
unsuccessful though in a burial
pricking as eternal thorns
in the same abyss, perplexing
juncture of a type

swelling facade shrinks in and out, more
of awkward compressions that bulge to sink
to bulge and so on such repeat episodes
peel out chilly patches
of airy deltaic drains
or are they hastily random
preemptive
evaporative vacuums
joining here and there?

you
feed on each crystal salt in shine-embeds
on my porous shores from erosive flows
and get hurt bit excessive
over cracking upper-lower softmounds
in need of moisture from your transfer
elevates
from almost lifeless stature
needling target bites
on now resident peristaltic clumps
in a dilemma over the same
directionless abyss

self-tracherous straits
of a [hungry]throat
in your [passion]holds
[satiate]enliven
in a clear'cut' panacea

nothing if not heavy
descends down
furthermore
to coagulate 'enigmatic'
depths of sustenance

I don’t know why that day was special
But you came to school wearing lipstick.
I thought you were pretty before
But that day I was intrigued with your lips.
I don’t know what came over me
But when my name was called on the list,
To go to the carpet to listen at story time
I just could no longer resist.
I kept looking at you at your desk
And you hadn’t ever noticed me before,
But you wouldn’t ever forget me again
After that day I was sure!
When that brown classroom phone rang
And the teacher reading to us was summoned,
I knew I had my chance
And no other opportunity was coming!
So I crawled on the floor to get closer
So the teacher wouldn’t notice,
Then I sprang to my feet and kissed you square on the lips,
And made you lose all focus!
I crawled back to my place while all the kids laughed  
But I couldn’t care less,
Because I had kissed the prettiest girl in school
And it felt good I must confess.
Later that day you said I was your boyfriend
And we held hands after class,
I didn’t plan for any of this
I wasn’t ready for the aftermath!
I was only six years old,
I wasn’t ready to be tied down.
The move I made was bold,
And we were the talk of the playground.
Our relationship only lasted a day
But to not mention you, I would be remiss.
So to Keisha Pringle, wherever you are,
Thank you for being my first kiss!