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Touch of Lips
I found an old poem I'd submitted to a contest whose theme was a first kiss. I wanted to post it for log purposes... I go here often to grab writings. I hope everyone is okay. And I LOVE AHAVATI
_________
you were one word
soft
under a white gazebo like a fairy tale
soft-pale globes of bulbs
floating in baptismal twilight
I remember the soft lick of innocent tongues
your heartbreaking tentativeness
how when I tasted the skin of your face
I thought of a lamb
the moons of your nails soft and iridescent
how your lips tasted of warm diamonds
swathes of velvet that held such beautiful clarity
such a tender emptiness
my being only complete when tufts of your hair
filled my hands
in you I tasted my first aloneness
my initial without
so many gems falling from your mouth
as I adhered myself to you
sucking helplessly at treasure
and you my love
it has been twenty-six years
why do you continue to haunt
the settings of my body and dreams
those tormented landscapes
your hands at my shoulders
as I walk the roads in your eyes
heaven’s true terrain
nothing like you ever again
and I still ask myself
were you real
or did my mind conjure your perfection
from every desire that shimmered to life in me
occasionally I see you in this life
I see your skin again
the Michelangelo body you always inhabited
you never age
perhaps my fever for you
sustained you
and I tremble
I shake
I quake in my heart with the ache and the raw
the music you once gave me
as if you gave me your heart
how you handed the cassette over
with regretful resentment
and my hungry hands sought out
the music of your soul
I played it loud in the car
church of smoke where I worshiped you
choir of soft longing
angels that knew
the exact cadence of my pain
because the music of your soul
was as dark
as softly wailing
as heartbreaking as you were to me
how you tasted of God
I can still taste that kiss
at the edges of my mouth
it has lingered there for twenty-six years
in death you will find it still sewed onto my lips
please kiss me
upon my frozen silence
so you may remove it
from the delicate eternity of my dreams
where my soul cries for rest
from the sempiternal yearning
to be swallowed by you forever
for only in you
did I ever find myself
_________
you were one word
soft
under a white gazebo like a fairy tale
soft-pale globes of bulbs
floating in baptismal twilight
I remember the soft lick of innocent tongues
your heartbreaking tentativeness
how when I tasted the skin of your face
I thought of a lamb
the moons of your nails soft and iridescent
how your lips tasted of warm diamonds
swathes of velvet that held such beautiful clarity
such a tender emptiness
my being only complete when tufts of your hair
filled my hands
in you I tasted my first aloneness
my initial without
so many gems falling from your mouth
as I adhered myself to you
sucking helplessly at treasure
and you my love
it has been twenty-six years
why do you continue to haunt
the settings of my body and dreams
those tormented landscapes
your hands at my shoulders
as I walk the roads in your eyes
heaven’s true terrain
nothing like you ever again
and I still ask myself
were you real
or did my mind conjure your perfection
from every desire that shimmered to life in me
occasionally I see you in this life
I see your skin again
the Michelangelo body you always inhabited
you never age
perhaps my fever for you
sustained you
and I tremble
I shake
I quake in my heart with the ache and the raw
the music you once gave me
as if you gave me your heart
how you handed the cassette over
with regretful resentment
and my hungry hands sought out
the music of your soul
I played it loud in the car
church of smoke where I worshiped you
choir of soft longing
angels that knew
the exact cadence of my pain
because the music of your soul
was as dark
as softly wailing
as heartbreaking as you were to me
how you tasted of God
I can still taste that kiss
at the edges of my mouth
it has lingered there for twenty-six years
in death you will find it still sewed onto my lips
please kiss me
upon my frozen silence
so you may remove it
from the delicate eternity of my dreams
where my soul cries for rest
from the sempiternal yearning
to be swallowed by you forever
for only in you
did I ever find myself
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