The view of this kiss

As it caresses my lips

Is

   spinning

                    and

                            twirling

up

   above.



It reminds me of old,

                      Teaches me new,

                                           And gives me thoughts

                                                                Of what lies ahead.

My lips take pleasure

                      with their only love.

This unexperienced moment.



They hang on to keep from sliding away

                                           Not ready for

                                             departure.



This kiss is rootless

                            nothing behind it

But soon roots will grow.



They press with dignity and lust

                                          Reluctant to let go.

It's sweet and what is needed

                 One last tug

                                      and then

                                                      released.