About the lips: I’ve been thinking on it.
More precisely: I’ve been thinking about:
THE LIP
I surprised myself when I found it tenderly in my mouth and I bit down – just so.
This would not have been the way I planned it:
A First Kiss:
Hours circling your face your Celtic cheekbones red perfectly fleshed out lips – a set of upper and lower that goes so well together: housing your beautiful teeth magical innocent trail of a lilt lisp voice . . . . .
I would have planned it differently: that first kiss.
The hours circling round your mouth – the touch of hair to my cheek eyelashes fluttering close – yes butterfly kisses I swear I felt first! – all of this yes . . . . .
but not the bringing in of your lip to my mouth for a tender bite . . . .
I would have planned it differently.
And herein lies the issue.
With you – no plan.
The beauty of you = being.
That’s the thing >>> being.
And so what came before did matter:
The hours of talk text the words formed luscious and round rough edges tumbled down like amber agate . . . smooth ruby red flecked granite pieces – these nuggets were coming to me for hours for days . . .
Through my phone – a dialogue begun – and though I read your words – I heard you say them to me each and every time every word every nuance every pause imagined your tongue gently touching darting the top of your palate behind the back of your front teeth to make that delicious wisp sound . . . and I heard you speak to me for days . . . . .
And then there you were: heat next to me: eyes looking into mine blue reflecting blue . . .
and hand on my thigh and then . . . cheekbones . . . and finally the lips – your lips – communicators of your soul language . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . .
and it happened: like us: unexpected: sudden: in an instant
>>> SPONTANEOUS >>>
I had to taste where those words came from . . . like the salt from the sea from the last pages of Garden of Eden and the pink peeled grapefruit and the magic avocado . . . . . I had to bite down to feel their presence – to taste you –
and I didn’t think
and I didn’t plan
and I didn’t think on this being
“the first kiss”
because it was a timeless present moment and my desire
to know to feel
to bite down just so was the thing . . . and there are infinite moments to circle your face your mouth your wisps your fine cheekbones and gently undress your mouth like it’s the first time: and I will:
what happens . . . is this . . .
but about the lips: The Lip:
it was like this: unexpected
Spontaneous present alive authentic
wanted you . . . the taste
to taste where your soul language came from
to taste you.
And so I did. I bit down into you – just so – to have you.
AMADAES 