What Is this Instinct to Kiss You?
What is
this instinct to kiss you?
It thrills
Needling
like sunheat
While
rustling thoughts abound
Abandon to
whistling skips thick fast
And sift
through feelings
These messy
visions create better
More novel
worlds
You are a
hand passing current
A finger
tip in the rapids
We are dumb
As simple
as glazed teapots
On liquid
spines
We’ve a
passion for climbing
And you are
roaring spring
Written a few months ago, posted now since I can't find time to do some new literary exercise.
