A First Kiss


Tender whispers caress the soul
Like wind gently running it's hands through the blades of grass
As a man takes care when moving through the hair of the woman he loves.
So to the heart beating with continual revial
Reborn, unaware, naive
The necesity to breathe becomes quite trivial
For your breath is but a whisper; a caress.
Tantalizing obscurities
Breeding within the lungs and amplifying the intensity of the fluid.
Threatening the presure, with volcanic force.
A sensation of freedom
A long sustaining breath, deep, full life
Releasing the pressure of the choak and strain wihtin the chest.
Entrapped; yet an incling of past rapport
For the obstacle is the certification of life
Of eternity no longer in despare
But of hope and love.