gold
my lips on your skin,
the only sound is of light kisses
of promises being made by my lips
to the cells and pores of your body
in silence they whisper may i?
in a fleeting sigh you pose your answer
yes yes yes yes yes
and my eyelids close and reopen
as your hands find their way to my back
and then my eyes dig into your pupils
like a little kid’s spoon into ice cream
our eyes lock on each others
and our gaze becomes the same
its the air in between us
and then there is no air in between us
you taste the way the chrysanthemum’s taste
at the first light of the morning
as sampled by the rising sunshine