My First Kiss
Two years passed, my beloved, since I met thy lips,
And the fragrance of thy kiss still lingers and trips
As if its sweetness has never left my soul,
And its essence fills my being, making me whole.
When I held your hair in my hands, it was like a storm,
And your lips were my hearth, my home, and my warm.
Tell me, did you unleash hellfire in my mouth and heart?
Or was it love that ignited and tore me apart?
Some say that kissing is a sin, a forbidden delight,
But you, my love, made it my vice, my red light.
They claim that lips are but a playground to roam,
Yet why did they consume my bones and flesh to the bone?
Oh, how your first kiss still haunts me, my dear,
The scent of it still echoes through my mountains, so near.
And oh, how I drown in the memories it brings,
Like a wine that leaves my throat parched, my heart sings.
What did you leave on my lower lip, my love,
Did you leave a mark in my heart or my lung above?
All I have left of you is a scent of your embrace,
Calling you to return to me, to your rightful place.
You left me hungry for your touch, alone and scared,
But I wait for you, my love, for the day you cared.
I am bound by fate to wait for your return,
And till then, I yearn for your kiss, my love, to burn.
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This post was previously published on medium.com.
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