by on January 26, 2014 :: 0 comments

My life is not prepared
for this uncertainty.
I am torn between
a veiled image of reality
and a dazzling
clear vision of him
spangling my heart.

I clasp him close to me,
searching for
a hint of our future,
I call for help in my thought,
but I have no answer.

Our lips meet
for how long,
I do not know.
I am led from lip
to undiscovered places,
through a sense of touch
to see beyond;

to something nebulous,
to something we crave,
to something exquisite
and uplifting-
beyond the hills,
the skies,
the seas.

I want to hold that kiss,
so nothing around us
can change.

editors note:

A sweet siren in search of sutra; it’s a cosmic kiss. – mh

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