A kiss without pause

If I was a kiss, I could seek you out    
Because your need is clear and fresh,    
I can almost taste those fleeting lips.  

But, even if I could have them pout,    
Those lips cannot simply be blessed    
By kisses for fear of the kissing moments    
May causes kisses to scatter like starlings,    
Flying in every single direction,    
Motionless only in the distance;    

When I understand your unknowing lips,    
In their unconscious consciousness;    
I will be aware that your lips are aware;    
And then I can call you forever kissed,    
For then I would be your kiss without pause.‏