Friday, August 05, 2005

The Kiss

Your scent fills the air I breathe
Exhaled breath washing across my face
We draw closer to our first trembling caress
Barest brush of flesh on flesh

These damned passions
We're forced to enclose, crush and reserve

For the barest

We are one
Propriety abandoned
In our passionate touch
At this moment there are no others
We sever -
Hot skin flushed crimson
A nervous laugh
Our eyes touch
Meeting for a moment, then
You turn to him

Our kiss ends.

This poem was published in the premiere issue of Brazos Gumbo in July of 2004.

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