Every Kiss

…I brush the twilight strands from her face.
My eyes look up to hers and dive in.
I surface, treading water in
the deep end of her soul.

Above, lips thirst. They drink of each other,
Slowly, as if time stopped, tasting the longing.

I dive again. Deeper. Able to breathe.
My heart thrusts towards the surface,
emerges, grows soft black wings, and
soars through the twilight strands,
dripping with tenderness.

Above, lips finish their sip and part slowly,
already wanting another taste. They
can’t be denied.

So again…