The Taste of Your Lips

What could be more
than the taste of your lips?

As my thoughts ponder the raindrops
left on my window
my fingertips softly touch
the cold glass
My breath making the outside world unclear

Your lips taste of smooth wine
caressed in bliss

Stealing up the covers
the rain reminds me of the time you cried
without question or hesitation
you gave your love to me


Tears of Joy


Your lips spoke a whisper
I forever recognize

It seems the windows should have been
opened
How the rain would feel in its renewal
Like when we dance
and my arms your shelter

On your lips I taste
your nectar

It is eternal
How it coincides
with the light in the night sky
sleeping behind clouds of thunder

Your lips forever taste of passion
not just now
but every time we spark

like wiggling toes buried in the sand
one of our favorite things
like bubbles in your saturating soak
and the way the light makes each one shine
uniquely, brilliantly


Just the way you look at me

Your lips taste of intimacy
and scream even when there are no words

My fingers only hush you when you listen to lies


our entire lives
could be told in one touch
The words came still
A visible breath
only our ears understand

The damp, night air sends soothing through me
I love the rain
makes me giddy and enticed at the same time
the elation of when two souls combine


Lying down I dream of you
and the rains still come
on the wind your sweet caress of whispers