First Kiss

Her face is full of angles and bones;
Our teeth click
In a tangle of tongue and lip;
Her eyes stare at my face,
Seeing nothing in particular
And certainly not me �"
Yet her eyes a full of dumb
Adoration;
Her fingers
Touch my face and my lips,
Touch my face and my lips,
And she murmurs,
Your lips are divine �"
Divine!
And I wonder if it is always
This heavy-breathing comic book,
Tongue meeting tongue in a swirl of bacteria,
The drunken hour of midnight
Breathing nectar-flower language
Supported by the electrical passion of music �"
And however I try
To gloss her hair and her lips,
To bring the conventions to my lips,
I can't shut out
The click, click, click
Of teeth and of numbers �"
The computations and permutations
Of the bitter angel, Analysis,
The truthsayer who never sleeps.

Reviews

[Mary Bosworth]

This is an awesome and creative piece filled with heart

[Lauriegirl]

I love this piece..every word from start to finish is perfect

[Wandering Minstrel]

This is hot as a firecracker ..I love the whole style and subject matter here

[Alfred Kukitz]

John you are beginning to soar. Perhaps it a combination of this web site and your cold Canadian wit. I'm admire your writing skills. Don't stop!

[Matching Socks]

Haha! Love it!!!
Great write.
Heavy breathing comic book... Laughed at that one. :)

[Jordan]

Your words are so scrambled and yet I can read this without confusion..

"The drunken hour of midnight/ Breathing nectar-flower language/ Supported by the electrical passion of music"

Very enticing words, beautiful imagery. Great work, simply.

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http://www.writerscafe.org/groups/FALL/11385/

I look forward to reading more of your work.