Entrance

The human entrance to the soul
is through the lips.
Some say it's the eyes
Then you've never been dipped,
tangled in tremendous kiss.
Or had the euphoric light in the eyes
almost cause a most pleasurable demise.
But when naked skin brushes against naked skin,
the heart spreads trembling open to let you in.
There exists no exit.
You inhabit now, every last bit.
Through every entrance.
Lips, eyes, flesh