KISS.CONSUMED.CONSUMED.KISS

                Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. 
                                                ~Galway Kinnell

Kiss.Consumed.Consumed.Kiss

The kiss swims in

the water’s consuming flow--

with the tenacity of a liquid

emotional current—

waves of deep pinkish orange

luminescence wrap around

a woman’s torso like the

tentacles of an octopus’s charm.

Chaotic-- black ink clouds explode and

her lover vanishes amidst the coral,

escaping into liquid velvet charm.

The solitary storm darkens with an eerie

silence turning pain into a wild serpent;

the raw tale of the soul

flips and propels through

the watchful waters, searching for

the will of need. Tongues reach

for a thousand reasons,

bubbles of screaming questions

surface and the

heart of the creature finds

the reasons for demanding oxygen.

The undertow rolls and

curses in twisting whirlpools

of resolution and

is sucked into a green

undercurrent of truth.

Awareness swimming to the

questioning consistency of the shore.

Rising from the dark depth 

of the primordial ocean,

a burning sunrise glows naked,

a single soul stands beside a barren

pagoda, with fresh toes digging into the

desert’s warmth, whispering

what has happened to my love?

TJKG