another poem is in the works, but I realized I never posted up this one.


[,]


your lips stop me, mid-sentence
you know my mind so well,
that, in the infinite pause between
one breath and another,
you finish it for me


[.]


heaven bends to touch.
the brow
of the earth.
and she blushes.
your embrace.
is the perfect ending.
to a perfect day.
to any day.
is perfection itself.


[!]


so pure!
is the confusion
(and so welcome!)
that your cranberry stained lips
bestow
on my little mind
which, where it knows i should be,
now sees you, only you


you kiss like a different punctuation mark
every time
yet never fail to leave me
speechless


((Disclaimer: I have little experience on the subject; this is mainly a product of my wild imagination.))