Friday, January 22, 2016

Kiss


"Let words do what lips do, they kiss",

They cry
Tears and crystals
Snowflakes and fears

Words of salt, tasty
Cured
Jerked piece of meat

Words of sips
Exploding in flavors
Alas in Insipidity
Spit on paper

Words of encounters
Distilling drips of honey
Inebriating
Burning

And the master echoes within
“Let words do what lips do,
They kiss”

Eve plucks the apple
Hypnotized by the snake’s hiss
Bloody
Red on red

The apple kisses the lips


To  George Wallace, the poet, whom inspired this poem with the first line he adapted from Shakeaspere