Graphite Kiss

The sensation 
Trailing graphite on the page
Words in basic
Woven through emotion
A capture of feeling
No tapping on keys
(Until we both want for exhibition)

A more intimate

and personal

approach

The sound of the tip grinding
As it drags across the page
Gracefully dancing and sighing in time with its artist
The sweet friction of contact
And the grace that is left behind

Each subtle little effort
Making letters
Forming words
The mouth as it follows closely
Their construction on the tip of its tongue
A taste test
Adding salt or sugar where necessary

A tactile emotional response
Savouring the flavour
As time allows

When not fingering the keyboard
In strokes of maddened passion
Lips do follow closely
Like a deep-tongue frolicking kiss
Paper smooth and fair as a lover's thighs

The folds crease where pages meet
A prize toward which the words are striving
Touching,
Teasing
Until the length of the next line
Comes close enough to touch

And I am not known for short and shallow poems