it never occurred to me
for even an instant & when it did,
i knew: it was inevitable, this kiss,
from whom did i absorb absolutes,
what a fool i am, to think otherwise.
was it ever thus, when fever kindles
bone-deep chill, then breaks sweat soaking
starless unrest, while that one damn song keeps
echoing, reechoing, chipping away
my steadfast before ricocheting off
slipskin, chipping away at its own caprice,
its own delirium akin to torment,
akin to lust, a frisson that should’ve
sufficed but for parallel lips half-parted,
but for love’s unspoken greys unflinching.
© johnnie_7 2008
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