your lips are a
night moon
and mine, the sea.
gravity
pulls me
routinely toward you
creating
powerful undercurrents
sands shift
landscapes alter
then
calm
smooth as sea glass
until the next
kiss
after wave-crashing
kiss
"still crazy after all these years"
I like the way you think! This is wonderful.
Posted by: Sandy | 10 January 2007 at 17:30
Loved how you'd set up the analogy in this (subtly exhilarating) way. I could imagine the heady aftermath. Cheers. ^_^
Posted by: Soulless | 09 January 2007 at 11:04
perfect describtion of a passionate kiss! BRAVO!
Posted by: Tammy | 07 January 2007 at 21:45
Wow. The pull between the moon and the tides is the essence of the draw of kisses. This is my first visit, but I'll be back for much more.
Thank you.
Posted by: jerri | 07 January 2007 at 12:35
What inages - I love the part about gravitation.
May you have many wave crashing kisses.
Take care,
Frances
Posted by: Frances | 07 January 2007 at 10:23