SESTINA OF KISSES
Delicate touch of lips against my mouth.
All differ. One is gentle, one more fierce;
between a luscious pair I feel sharp teeth;
another's Judas, tingles while things last.
A kiss can thrill sweet agony in bones
yet prove the shove that tips me to despair.
The memory of dead lips is despair
sugar and bitter ash mix in my mouth
One woman that I kissed is ash and bone
I saw her go into a fire so fierce
reminded me that love will never last.
Mortality and change have sharper teeth.
The taste of cheap red wine upon the teeth
that my tongue touched is sovran for despair
that flies fond memories and cannot last
So many lovely women kissed my mouth
loved me, or cursed me in a voice so fierce
I felt their anger scour me to the bones
then reconciliation stroked my bones
their tongue came sneaking back against my teeth
their nails against my shoulderblade so fierce
I instantly forgot how to despair.
Love comes and leaves. It's mostly in the mouth
I feel it start, and taste it at the last.
A kiss takes seconds and can seem to last
so long it is an aching in the bones
from standing still. Burns salves and tires the mouth
dries out the lips and tingles in the teeth
and while it lasts I know there's no despair
touches so deep it can't be burned out fierce
by gentle kisses, delicate yet fierce
that flutter first and bruise me at the last
gently insidious as dark despair
brutal as play. Each time I throw the bones
the Venus throw comes up. Like dragon teeth
new loves spring multitude within my mouth.
Each gentle kiss is fiercest when the bones
remember while it lasts the shiny teeth
of other loves' despair. Come kiss my mouth.