Invisible Kisses

My invisible kisses adorn your aura like a wetsuit ready to surf the bounty of your warm body, your generous curves, and the crest of your unfolding soul… your lips dance on mine like an electric rhumba when the night is ripe and pouring through the windows—the current splaying our spirits like a butter knife, and the soft recoil sucking our toes into the darkness… our mixture is pure and volatile, explosive to the point of nuclear—our nexus in a tumble of fission and fusion as it rolls out into the sea like a red tide, like an endless wave caressing your Earth with its divine inertia, its pulsing ionization growing with every touch and quiver… and when the moon glitters across our water, the light infests us with perfect feeling, the bedsteads bending under our furious grapple—the constant creaking like the tear of cloth between two equal hands, all the way back to the loom—it’s hardworking genesis… I fall in your eyes like a river expounding little conversations, the wash is aglow with heat and desire, the sustain like the fizzle of a trumpet’s lithe tremolo... you are aroused and plentiful, you shake the passion from my soul like an eager apple-picker—the fruit so tantalizing you cry at every nosh, whimper at every graze, die with every meeting… this won’t last long… the heavens open and rain on our cities—the liquid manna, the breathless nudge and gaze forever affecting our lives… whoever needed war when two healthy halves meet to unleash the fire within their maddened souls?