fist full of hair
tilting my head back
and eyes connect like magnets
take my kiss
its yours
persuade my mouth open
pour yourself inside me please
make me feel
I crave your disease
in my brain
you wander aimless
hands shake
this love remains nameless
I hold onto your thick arms
like old sailors ropes
they have held strong thru a thousand storms
keeping me anchored
keeping me from going adrift
and keeping me from touching the bottom
I am a transparent suggestion
of who I once was
softer now
and trusting now
take my kiss and
make my legs disappear beneath me
we will float into the heavens
your strength and mine
two of the same
and two of a different kind
Kiss Me by Rochelle Luer
February 27, 2008 by Subculture Books