a moment ago melting your ice
cream lips across my
face
wedges of pliant papayas on
my weather worn
mouth,
drifting and dipping up-scale
chasing your
tongue
in a slippery exchange shot
hot as napalm from the
hip
flash-fired musk to flesh
insisting a teasing
finger
sliding sinew past your sharp
parting open
pearls

then
pausing
before

this kiss binds us molten
nadir for seconds enough to
brush our souls with gold and
brown to blue and
green gaze to gaze
gasoline on the
flames of a slow
moving, lip to lip
inferno only breathless
inducing oxygen starved
smoldering departure


S.C. October 26, 2011 -The Slackass Poets