Each kiss
A strike
Of lightning
Felt
Your hand
Is at
My throat
Your teeth
Have bit
Upon
My lip
My breath
Is hoarse
And short
You grip
Fine bones
And tender skin
Your eyes
Have made
Me still
A flash
Before
Your mouth
Comes down
To mark
That we
Are one.
A strike
Of lightning
Felt
Your hand
Is at
My throat
Your teeth
Have bit
Upon
My lip
My breath
Is hoarse
And short
You grip
Fine bones
And tender skin
Your eyes
Have made
Me still
A flash
Before
Your mouth
Comes down
To mark
That we
Are one.
