perceived through eyes, are feelings that gather
collections of thoughts and tastes of flavors
 

they melt like snowflakes, as they arrive on the tongue
radiant or struggling becoming a poem
 

some let me close, some let me in
some seem to linger, some tend to run
 

perhaps words are primitive and uncivilized
when words are frightening, striking like lightning
 

yet nothing compares to the natural reflex
unadorned and naked without circumstance
 

when kisses are magick, to cherish and adore
creating that glitter to paint on your toes