Yours Are the Sweetest Lips


Yours are the sweetest lips I never kissed,
& I never heard a voice as wondrous
that was as far away and faint.

When I hold you in my arms
you are as weightless as air
& your skin is like nothing I have ever felt.

Each time our eyes meet, they are pixelated,
& our touch is a virtual sensation.
All your words to me are orbs of light and dark,
& my northern lights dance across your beautiful horizon.

Your love for me
is as whirling as the world beneath my feet

& my love for you
is as shimmering as the sunflowers in the heavens

& we are so intimate in our distance
that we make north fall in love with south

& crush continents together.

There is no distance in a kiss
Lips may emigrate to lands forbidden to souls
while hearts and minds afar gather behind borderlines,
reaching to one other—refugees longing to cross.
Our kisses nullify the distance like colliding stars
whose fires blend them into one blazing beacon,
turn their boundaries into light,
& then, only then, our love may feel
what our lips can only touch.