It Is Crazy

i kiss your lips as though they are all mine
and you kiss mine as though i am yours

our tongues search for the perfect union
our teeth grind themselves on the thought

that this is all sin, but then the kiss is too sweet
like syrup and we keep on kissing, till our gums bleed

and we taste blood inside our throats but then blood
tastes sweet and bitter like wine and we keep on drinking

for we think we are still as young as the night and we
never have in our minds death and regrets.

we burst. we explode like we were so full. we rested.
we go deep into sleep. we grapple for a new beginning.

love is the reason for this all. and we dream this love we have
is beyond sin, beyond waking, beyond all of us. beyond this

frailness of our humanity. this is divine and we still think of this
as a glimpse of God and heaven.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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