kissed

03/30/11

she walks slowly
and every curve
peeking out
and peeking through
the folds of satin
folds of cotton
folds of silk
the towel
the dress
the nothing
everything on her at once
disappearing
in the way she walks
her thin lips
growing fuller
as her tongue traces them
her eyes big
tracing
staring
wondering
her body swaying
her hair rustling
her heart beating
so far away
reverberating
in another’s chest
faster
than hers
harder
than hers
cannot swallow
only gasps
for air
quiet
she stands in front
colour flushed
into her face
the power
the silence
the strength
if only she
would kiss
no
she wants to be kissed.