Oh, to be soul-kissed
the deep kiss;
mouth brushing past
parted lips.
I can feel my body
unraveling
anticipation screaming
on Pouty Canvass Crimson.
I can feel the gathering,
we two crouching
uplifting;
Raptures shooting.
Touch we
the first touch
electric quiverings;
inward breath surging,
dizzying availings,
opened lungs,
toes curling.
I long for the Soul-Kiss.
I'm born to give
and receive it;
my tongue
it's starting place.
Hands upon the
Heart's Mast
I and It go Sailing;
Deep Seas and Velvet Harbors,
Journeys through the Musics
where Soul and Heart meet;
flutteringly
settling there
on Kissed Shores
where everything I am
is magnetized
and tingling.
I'm twirled inside out
in gauzy
dreamless dream
where breaths exchanged
plunge lung-deep
surging forth,
back, and between.
The Kiss of the Soul
speeds to my Heart standing
handkerchief waving
on Heaving Shore.
Dizzy;
Weakened Knees,
unable to stand
but, I do
it Againly.
Lonnie Hicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soul-kissed/
