Poem – “Connecting Kiss” – Modern Romanticism – 1/13/2022

Steal you from time’s
wasted banquet.
Undermine you to the state
of immediate fire.
In the growing sounds
from your open mouth,
I let a seed fall.

Hips have waited,
with legs, the growing boughs.

You stretch towards the burning
rush, in the feverish skies.

A kiss, close to your heart,
pacing back from ending to start.

To roll over, again,
as you take the ride on the sun.
Moon above, in its stagnant hue,
dances in rays that run.

Connect leaf to stem.

Count from zero to ten,
becoming nothing, again.