It was at the bottom of winter
Yet, I sweated.

It was at the bottom of winter
Yet, I sweated.
Marathon race, I ran
In search of a perfect angle,
Tens of vowels, I bought
To reinforce my tongue,
Mount Everest, I climbed
Before I was visible to you.
Our distance melted
Your aura found my zing
Scrumptious moment
Delicious feeling
To lock, lick, roll and roughen.
And the minute came
My drained muscles
Held tight to my sizzling skin,
My flooded veins
Wiggle to break point,
My spiced eyes closed
My moistened lips coiled
My arms stood erect
Poised for a tender embrace.
Knees sprouted roots into the ground
Ready for a lift off your feet
But the lurching
Down the car seat didn’t occur
Neither did the kiss.
You looked away.
That kiss that never was
Haunts me ever since…