A kiss

Shivering
Thundering
and bright
Tearing off
A fragile impulse
Lingering
On the edge of a dream

Cloudy, misty
And proud
In its disobedience

The unsaid
The invisible one
Kept warm and soft
Stronger than a wave
Of Desire

The secret in your mouth
Revealed
by unconcealed lips
A desperate bliss
of dew
Rolling upon
My lips

Forbidden, hidden, stolen

Maybe
There'll be no rest

The soft and strong scent
Of an orchid

The taste
Of a timeless bliss

"How did it happen that their lips come together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said." Victor Hugo

'Jusqu'au fond de l'âme, tel serait mon baiser' ( To the depth of the soul, such would be my kiss)
 Marina Tsvétaïeva - Lettre à Rainer Maria Rilke, 2 août 1926

'Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pleasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor." - James Joyce