The Kiss

I spy a smooch, love's tender trap,

Walls and limits sure to sap,

Twisted tongues and tickled parts,

Brushstrokes of two soul's fresh starts.

Meshed desire sewn through lips,

Let down of her seasoned hips.

A gateway to the ring of fire,

Life deems we be a multiplier.

Depth of soul in glance and graze,

Captaining each lover's maze.

 A homecoming, a bolt of bliss,

Bountifully born from love's first kiss.

Be it French, eskimo or butterfly,

Its power one shall not deny.

Inside a kiss, my devotee,

Effortlessly taught by a tree.

Born 8/17/18

Roots and Wings