Love Poem
Eyelids clamped I plunge downward
into hands and fingers and lips
Becoming touch and smell
tracing slow, reverent spirals
across its smooth, refracting surface
a perfect roundess melts and
stiffens
between my palms
eyelids clamped I plunge downward
into my own hands and lips
clandestine fragrances
terrestrial and unknown musks
emerge in smoldering ribbons
pulling my whole face closer
to its ancient mystery
my lips like a paintbrush
stroke the skin gingerly
a sky-divers's brief repose
on an airplane doorframe.
Before it plunges into the abyss of my mouth
expelling in a broken second of passion
its guarded droplet of burnt salt-oil.
That sits on the back of my tongue
before sliding happily my throat.
Afterward I sit back and watch the sunlight
crawl across the ceiling and think
.....Damn
I love black olives!
