by Tanni Bose
The soft buds of springtime
Tender and not savored
Untainted definition of passion
Magnetizing the solo heart
To swim across the fire of wanting
Dive deep into the heart of ocean
Like consuming nectar
The nectar of immortality
Housed on your modest lips
Why do you say it’s just a kiss?
It’s breathing life for a lifetime
It’s all in your lips.
Last updated September 13, 2016