The Kiss - by Auguste Rodin
� 2002 by john e
a wall lamp dusts a desk
scarcely cleans the bed
its brittle light touches us
white skin overrules the graceless
skin and what it loves a memory already
wet thighs, between thighs
unrelenting swells submerge us
unconnected thumps potholes
hollers celebrate night without mind
bathe in the random flow, love
asymmetrical tides
slap our white skin
we're wide open frozen roads
uncelestial and lifeless go muddy,
narrow precisely and plunge
into light skins thrown wide open
we swallow roads, murmur reedy
like the soft squeals of tires
scarcely outside the window
past subdued stimuli,
my face a stone in a dappled stream
i sink,
rush the dark of you,
translate whimpers,
hold to a traveler's patience,
ascend shore's foggy vapors,
soak the pleasure,
float seas of night into
the steam of rhythmic glitter,
the depths of you
