Words are joy, are love, are connections…
Fourtyoneteen wrote a love poem that so moved me that I wrote one back immediately.
Tonight, I received your words.
Not all of them equally
but mostly the ones about our mouths.
I tasted that kiss that you wrote for me.
There were no words that I could whisper back
upon your sweet neck
That could parallel the
Soft relentless rhythm
Of your written kiss. Flowing
first on paper, read and rude;
then pouring into my anticipated body,
past parted lips, harsh but oh so ready,
waiting for the rest of you to arrive.
Tonight, though too far to be close,
Your written kiss which started wet, warm, and round
Was so close …
That all of me kissed you back, and hard.