LAST FIRST KISS

There only a certain few magical first kisses in this lifetime.
When longing and breath and scent and sentiment slide
deep into our lungs on every heavy sigh, and ride the light
that enters through your eyes, warming your velvet walled
soul. When twisting tongues speak the whole truth of you.
Learning the labyrinth of your mind quietly, and assures
you like water to drink. Inside the sweet fog tickles and
expands so every cell is imbued wit the dewy dense potion,
filling and fueling every soft motion towards the other.
Hips and shoulders and hallowed bellies seek like surfaces,
pressing and molding desperately into this momentary home.
There on a doorstep, on tip toes, that one surprising kiss.
And you know this will be the last first kiss for a long while.