Lost In A Kiss

“Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - The first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love.” 

(By Saul Williams, Said The Shotgun To The Head)

The Kiss

Lips’ language to lips’ ears.
Two drinking each other’s heart, it seems.

Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.

Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.

Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body’s limits.

Love’s writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.

Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.

This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.

( Rabindranath Tagore )