JUST A KISS
Grace has smiled from the hills of my dry lips
to the pleasant valley with weak vitals
of unbreath org'nisms; for two dry lips
would be as good as a waste of make-up.
For, your locking braids drawn to my chest leaps
your thrust of soft evening light in my mouth.
The earth is full for two, let them go home
to find soles to their shoes, soul me my whole;
For this tick that breathes slowly clear the air
for me and you in freezing heat and in
clasping heart; for beating moans of my heart
is parading in the sky... The sky melt
in its inky spots — blue sky veiled in gauze.
Come and never die when breath cease your eye —
for darkness falls and the air is quiet,
Make me not dread for joy envies my joy
like a million licking sun on a sea.
How bad has your lips thrust in ecstasy?
It cools my soul in oceans of darkness.
How soft, how violent cloud roll in blankets?
Oh clear up! for th' kiss is bliss in cloud nine —
Bright star, erect and clear the misty cloud
for the heart is pale, sick in health, but kiss...
A soft sparkling wine of sculpting clean air.
"Words from the Innocent Mind"