….Once he drew
to the kiss, he pulled my whole soul,
through his lips,
as sunlight drinketh dew,
His lips part from mine,
leaving my naked soul,
He could devour me,
I push back against his lips,
In this singular bond,
He released my soul,
Embodied the moment,
escaping words,
His kiss eloquent,
His kiss, His kiss

By Lois Boone