Wednesday, July 8, 2009
First Kiss
First Kiss
The first contact is not skin-on-skin
It is the eyes consuming in one shot in totality
As the gap encloses…the midst emanating from
Essence to fuse like vapors barely perceptible
The first touch of lips, so soft and wet…so intimate
Like an avid tongue skimming the folds of a vagina
Yet a first kiss need not be entirely sexual
It can be transcendental
In a moment of reverie, as if accepting a blessing
Or an overdue reward
It can be endless, and magical, yet how rare it be
Inhaling the air and energy of the one cherished…
If just for that moment. That kiss can feel
Like diving off a precipice… scary, yet exhilarating
Diving in a free fall, without a parachute to brake its fall
No brakes to put a stop to it, no interruptions can brake lip lock
Living the moment voraciously
Vibrating like a touched guitar string
That first kiss can last an eternity at it lives in the psyche
Interrupted by mundane tasks, people and responsibilities
Oceans apart, then suddenly, one day it resumes
With the same ardent intensity, or perhaps at a higher frequency
When one realizes how long it’s taken to regain
As the electric sparks run the circuit, of the soul and nerve ends
And when one dives down, and deep, one enters a different
World. A realm of senses where time stands still
A body of turbulent waters and tranquil peace
Charting unknown territories armed with instinct and eyes closed
And a ravenous appetite, which clamors for release
Deep, deep waters which nourish the soul; I dive in joyfully!
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