digital art: ralph murre
by Cristina M.R. Norcross
It starts with the intoxicating drawing
in of breath
as you lean forward,
becoming joined to your lover’s aura.
It is a melting and melding –
richer than the last dollop of butter
in the pan.
The best kisses linger.
Before work,
the early morning, honeyed goodbye kiss
holds within each, soft brush of lip
the promise of more kisses
and simply – more.
You close your eyes,
just as the scent of summer skin
becomes your guide.
Your heart is a samba beat in your
chest.
Next, the smallest gliding of lips
finds a cheek,
allowing your mouth to wander to the
fullest kiss.
Lips to lips, you stay there –
breathing in love like a thirsty
climber,
until your lungs are about to burst for
oxygen.
You hold the kiss just a touch longer
and fall into the embrace that knows
this will be a fleeting goodbye,
until the next kiss
brings waves of running horses to your
door.
~ first published in The Lava Storyteller (Red Mare Press)
