The Kiss
At once holding the incredible glory of you, throwing you down to devour you in a single swift motion, yet not as that of a captor or a carnivorous beast, but as that who must find nourishment from your glow.
To embellish in a glory that enhances his own self , making all that was once important.
Never more to be of any consequence,
feeling you at once to be greater glimmer than any beaming of northern lights.
Shining thru into a beacon of eternal light, into a night of void that has become adjusted to its own desolate state of being,
not content yet not desperate for a change.
Then in your loveliness you again appear. Only then - as that beacon - nay, a swift and conscious interlocking of air so fresh in its enhanced forcing that no one could ever know of any conglomeration of morsels of wanting, that could become a higher plane.
Then every single speck of any life that has ever been known, all converges into a total sweet package that only be described without using a thousand words........
as your kiss
written by Jeff Mickey
