25 years, a century,
maybe even
back to the time
when proto-beasts
came from the slime
how can a kiss
last as long as this?
But it did.

It explored warm caves
of thickened honey and silk
then took blind paths
to mysterious valleys
& drank the milk
from the mountain mists,
then headed for the clouds
and touched them wispily
followed shapes dreamily
(made a little electricity)
and
traced and trickled
the blue sky down,
right down to the ground
just long enough to know
the sweet grass underneath
and on brown earth rested
paused a minute to breath.
But the kiss did not seperate,
it was not ready for this,
it slid on into deep pools
of mineral blue
& with its two tongues tied
stopped awhile
to sculpt anew
two sensual bodies,
wrapped and knotted
around each other
curved, soft,
hard, strong
could have stayed the summer long
in, out, roundabout

But rain spattered down
gusts whipped up the trees
at the end of the park
and so the kiss took it's ease
as the storm gathered up
and they lay there beneath
cold rain-soaked leaves.

And the kiss ended there
woken by this monsoon
but not before it had vowed
to be back again soon .