Wednesday, June 29, 2005 :::
Ode to a man & Def Poetry Jam
I wrote what I think is some sort of a hiaku once and it was called Carbonation:
I'm bottled up
Shake me, I'll explode over you.
Sip me, I'll be the drip hanging from your lip
As you kiss her.
And never has it been more true.
I want to kiss you raw & passionatly
so deep that when our lips part
there is still a thin line of saliva holding us together.
I want to kiss you, impatiently
When we meet I try to focus on your eyes but occasionally mine wander to your hands
And even with the dirt under your nails, imagine them holding me
As we kiss the type of kiss how it must have been when they first invented it.
Strange & sloppy,
I can still taste you on me days later and feel the pressure of your lips on mine
and the motion of your tongue
like the motion sickness after a roller coaster
or the waves after a day at the beach.
I can taste you on me and we haven't even kissed yet.
So vividly I've imagined
our noses grazing
the feel of your breath exhaling into me
as your hands slide up my back and hold me tight
so that my soul does not escape my body.
Although I fear I may have lost my mind.
I want to kiss you insaine
To the point of S & M suffocation
Where if coming up for air would save my life
I'm not sure that I'd want to live.
I want to kiss you submissive
Even bonded & subdued
My kiss would explode in your mouth like a cherry.
Tongues twisted so much they start to make sense
Your eyes so blurred they look like mine
Fingers through your hair.
I want to kiss you with the weight of your body
On top of me
And feel your temperature rise through your clothes.
Your back hot under my hands.
I want to kiss you
Lip licking, dry tongued
Sudden & suprising
Sticky & sweet
Easy & graceful
Gradual & mysterious
As if I haven't seen you in years and cannot get enough
Drawing you into my heart through my mouth.
I want to kiss you the way old poems describe it.
Full of unrequitted love and Old English.
Drowning in your Trojan sea
I want to be your Helen.
Our kiss would be mythical.
Even Aphroditie would blush
And cover Cupid's eyes with her hands
Upon seeing us.
I want to kiss you deadly
Like a black widdow or praying mantis
With a post coital blood shed to rival the shedding of my heart
When I think about how I want to kiss you.
::: posted by Jen at 3:45 PM
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