Oh, to be soul-kissed <br />the deep kiss; <br />mouth brushing past <br />parted lips. <br /> <br />I can feel my body <br />unraveling <br />anticipation screaming <br />on Pouty Canvass Crimson. <br /> <br />I can feel the gathering, <br />we two crouching <br />uplifting; <br />Raptures shooting. <br /> <br />Touch we <br />the first touch <br />electric quiverings; <br />inward breath surging, <br />dizzying availings, <br />opened lungs, <br />toes curling. <br /> <br />I long for the Soul-Kiss. <br />I'm born to give <br />and receive it; <br />my tongue <br />it's starting place. <br /> <br />Hands upon the <br />Heart's Mast <br />I and It go Sailing; <br />Deep Seas and Velvet Harbors, <br />Journeys through the Musics <br />where Soul and Heart meet; <br />flutteringly <br />settling there <br />on Kissed Shores <br />where everything I am <br />is magnetized <br />and tingling. <br /> <br />I'm twirled inside out <br />in gauzy <br />dreamless dream <br />where breaths exchanged <br />plunge lung-deep <br />surging forth, <br />back, and between. <br /> <br />The Kiss of the Soul <br />speeds to my Heart standing <br />handkerchief waving <br />on Heaving Shore. <br /> <br />Dizzy; <br />Weakened Knees, <br />unable to stand <br />but, I do <br />it Againly.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soul-kissed/
