From all to nothing
I am lost in you. It might have been seconds, hours. But this time, the wine is not to blame. I am consumed by you. As I think that thought, I have a brief vision of your head growing and you literally eating me, the kiss becoming a meal.
As we part our lips at last I smile, at the absurd image and a strange happiness. I kiss your lips, lightly. Don't want to leave them. You loosen your hands, let them fall and take hold of my back.
I open my eyes. You smile, mystically, inscrutably. I become aware of your body again. It's pressing against mine.
Copyright Örjan Westin 2001, 2005
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