| my mind contemplated the beauty of a slow kiss - the gentle lingering embrace of lips caught in the eternity of a second with no regard to time, real or abstract, existing solely for that single moment where the internal void is fulfilled in a manner so sublime one might never have know that it truely occured at all, were it not for the testimony of an absence that was no longer there, being caught out of the corner of your soul, as it languidly disappeared into something slightly more tangible than it was a blink of a measure before - as your tounge darted all too harshly through my being in the throes of the resemblance of a passion that wore the face of the physical manifestation of our shared emotions. my mind continued to distract itself, forcing its eye blind, as two separate entities tried desperately to force the flesh between them to subside, attempting a merging of what was believed to be misplaced pieces of a scattered whole. the end result all too closely resembled every prior attempt, not the reunion of something lost, painfully reformed, but rather two very distinct and different shapes falling spent into two very different and distinct directions. and again i wondered why when our lips meet it is always too abrupt to ever have occurred or too sharp to ever truly feel, and why they can never simply share a fading glimpse of permanence. |