At this moment,
your mouth so close to mine,
as if we are a baby’s first breath
our fledgling flight a runaway concerto,
your essence heady as a vodka martini,
a sea squall, a teeming jungle.
I sway the way Eve must have
after being yanked from
Adam’s rib cage—
you, Adam, astounded by
the tilt of my hips.
Your kiss stings—
as if my mouth never tasted
anything so fiery yet sweet—
frisson of a hunting tiger,
bee venom, or the lick of a cobra,
a safely guarded secret—your
guttural purr the same as a 30s roadster.
And your body, your linebacker shoulders
greyhound hips, thoroughbred legs
greased for speed—my heart, an oyster
peeking through my scallop lashes,
the fizz of a just unzipped soda.
My eyes snap open
like a window shade at dawn.
I swear—when we kiss
your lips say, this is it—