so it all begins
in the Rohrschach
space between
our lips
leaning towards like
a universal
order.
who could walk away
when a trillion
positrons synaptically
collide into
your nuclide electrons.
both annihilate
so as to create.
my holes design
desires your
matter will fit.
it's all in the lips
whether we like it or not.
before you lock me
out of the world as i know it -
let's swim in the dance
of who's pulling who -
before we see how our mouths fit,
before we seal the deal,
let's prolong that infinite air
before the deed is done,
before life as we know it
grows into a revised tale.
in that space between our kiss
one could see a planet,
deserts roll between lover's mouths,
a mountain moves,
skies surrender in the dust
of a '65 mustang,
why not pull out in the nick of time,
deny the law of creation.
just know there are a gaggle of beings
like immigrants
face to gate,
wait for falcon dive,
the salmon's last leap,
and another bodyless soul
squirms to exist -
and we spark our way into 3-D.
it must be the search for suction,
the way a playful mouth pulls
away with a load of
pulpy plum ,
we just cannot deny
that sweet tear
of meat from seed,
our mouth the plum,
the plum our mouth,
and the neurological chin quiver
remembers the breast.
and the shaking sigh
like the end of the deepest cry.
locked lips plump up -
what pulp have we pulled
from another's soul
at the end of a kiss?
then why do we begin
so watery
so wombed
when leaving
so ashen
so dust?
Mimi Gauthier
Mir I Am
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Submission Name: "Before the Kiss"
