The Kiss

And, in the afterwards
your kiss came and slept
in the abyss of my soul
it snored, it roared
I could not rest..
it stretched wide and lazy
I shriveled to let it fit..
it hammered the moist leftovers in the wall
I bled and moaned..
it turned violent somersaults
I ached, and succumbed.

I run to you now
for the kiss of release
for the kiss of relief
for the placebo of love...