The Taste Of Your Mouth
Did you look into my eyes
and feel my pulse,
the insistent throb of my Life.
Did your eyes brush past memories
and old pains
As you delved into the depths of me.
Did you grasp it hungrily
wanting the warmth?
As our fingertips touched for the first time.
Or like a slow moving snake,
did your own Spirit curl around
Embracing the hunger,
Succumbing to a sweet comfort.
As our lips found a way to join.
Did we genuflect,
heads bowed in submission
to a force greater than ourselves.
Warm skins moving against each other,
Waves on sand.
Lazy with slow touchings,
our passions pulled us down into the tide.
Washed away thought
as we flowed into the sea.
I remember the force of your arm,
the strength of your muscles
as you held on.
Our lips created a world of their own.
So much later.
When you had gone.
The wind came and carried with it the taste of your mouth.