I would like to have you kiss me,
do you know?
Kiss me where it still stings,
deep in the hallways of the undisturbed,
behind the doors, still shielding secrets.

Let the swell of your lips
against my flesh’s circles
suck me under like a riptide,
powerless before your tongue,
face down in the sands of time
eating my own words and chocking on  the comas.

Lips kneeling at the alter of praise and pain
where I throb and where I hunger.
Where I have stumbled my way toward fulfillment’s promise
and ....does it matter by whose hand?
Will you kiss me now and make me whole?
Kiss me with your fleshy round O of satin spinning, and
spin your web on me with a mouth of curiosity and compassion
.
Please tell me you’ll find your way
through the thicket of my indifference
to the salty streams that once ran red,
lipstick and blood
overflowed regularly with longing.
Tell me you’ll kiss the salty rivers
 that once ran red.

Planting your mouth on life’s longing for itself,
kiss the tentative beginnings of lust, and before that,
taste the original wound.
Plant your tongue twisted validation of time’s disguise.
Parting the waters and laying bare the truth,
take me in and
swallow me whole.