the lips i kiss

the sunshine surfaces again

i’ve kissed your lips through thick and thin

the day break wakes the slumber’s shake

but there is nothing to forsake

 

within these walls i have it all

nothing on line or at the mall

could fill the greed on which i feed

you satisfy my every need

 

as van gogh said a loaf of bread

and beauty’s interwoven thread

are the ingredients of joy

and with each kiss i’m redeployed

 

to the front lines of ecstasy

and with van gogh i must agree

that art expresses what is there

the joy of it is what we share

 

and so i write in my delight

about your beauty in my sight

your supple form invokes a storm

yet knocks me out like chloroform

 

your soft full lips, a wilderness

wherein i’m lost with each new kiss

my fingers trace your flawless face

and take me to that perfect place

wherein i sing of eyes of green

i’m saturated in serene

 

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