Your Kiss
I don’t need to drink Pisco-Sour or Caipirinha,
I don’t need to drink red wine or Sangria,
I don’t even need to have a Mai-Tai or Margarita
To get drunk or feel dreamy.
I have your kiss and its sweet taste and aroma...
I long
For your fingers’ gentle walk,
The way you talk,
Your breath and tender lips,
Your kiss that burns my hands, my arms and wrists
And every surface of my empty cup, my lonely soul,
That strives for balance and inner peace
To fill the empty space with energy and bliss.
Your Kiss…
Is the driving force and catalyst
That changes my blood into a mist…
That makes me drunk, and makes me crazy
And quietly, I close my eyes and float between
The laser beams that cause my heart
To pump so fast, to race within
And let the flow of blood rush like a crazy stream.
By paralyzing the body and tranquilizing the mind,
It takes me to the place where I haven’t been:
Heavenly sweet and for the imagination…
Amazingly unforeseen.
Copyright © 2009
By Ankin Timourian
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