Thursday, October 21, 2010

KISS

Time slows
Rodin's "The Kiss"
Your essence engulfs
My knees buckle

Moth to your flame
I cannot escape

Your embrace shelters
I am home

I inhale your fragrance
It gives me life

Digits dance over
Glistening skin
Trailing light

Our lips meet
We are electrified

Your breath is my breath
Synchronized pulses
Play a beautiful symphony

We are one