Kiss

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Kiss

There’s a time and a place for any discussion, I think

and the time to say it’s time for us to kiss is now.

I don’t mean to ask

I know it’s better to just do it,

but…

The truth is,

I want to seduce you with a kiss first,

get to your soul

and warm up your blood

while time slips by

not knowing it’s left winter behind.

Before detaching my kiss from

your lips, I would pause for just a second

to feel the thunder inside my soul.

That feeling of falling that tells me,

you’re the one and only I’ll ever want to kiss.

There’s a time and place for every discussion

and I think it’s time to tell you

that even though this isn’t our first, second or third kiss

I get nervous to breach the space between

your lips and mine,

and to capture the air that splits us apart

into a delicate caress of your tongue and mine.

This week I fell more in love with you,

and my heart hurts because I don’t know

how to tell you that

all I want is your love tender,

when my body gently approaches

the mystery of each distinctive kiss.  

So instead,

I threw a fit when you came home late last night.

But don’t be angry my love;

I swear it’s not controllable to me anymore.

It’s my lips that overtake my emotions, 

and ask me where you are

and if you’ll be home to kiss me tonight.

It’s true,
I feel so crazy. 

But my heart melts while the microwave

signals another minute passed

and my stomach contracts

and I close my eyes

and I practice a kiss

just so that I get it right

when you come home tonight.

This is not our first kiss

nor do I ever again want it to feel like it is;

every one of our kisses brings something different

to the place of agony

that dissipates only when my

lips receive your answer.

So I wait

until the time we meet at night

and try to calm my lips down

writing a poem instead.

Just one.

Although my pen could go all night describing

the moment I absorb your breath into mine,
and about the second 

your silhouette comes into my line of sight

to convey

How the refuge of your kiss

is the best place

for the core of my existence to

feel alive and breathe.  

©2014 Cassandra Huidobro