Shadow of a kiss

You ever have a kiss so ingrained into your soul that it haunted you no matter how many lives you lived? The memory of it teased you, flashed in your head every instance that it got? Those lips burned in your very unconscious consciousness. Every where you’d go you would see them as if petals to a spectacular rose that you once held in your care.

Accidental caresses across thine lips would trigger deep implanted memories of the eternal kiss. Causing uncontrollable spasms of dark deep synoptical firings that sent convulsions throughout the nether ether.

Every kiss would you compare every touch of lips incomplete. Yet not any, no none, would be the one, the kiss that was the part of your broken essence. Everyone, never them, every being not the barer of the myth and that there legend.

Yes stabbing at your soul in a pain quite it’s own. You’d beware the ides of your own chaotic tides. Betrayal like no other yet et tu would go barren cause no one would be there. And in your self, in your being, you would know who it was. Even the name would elude you like the whispers of a thought long forgotten. A thought with such importance that your heart ached on not remembering. That it shattered your mind as you grinded the gears trying to make the contraption that is your cortex go.

Do you have a dire spirit such as this? That possesses your essence and refuses to appear. The touch of lips that are no where near. That you feel like ghosts of a moment that brings tears.

And in the outskirts of your cerebrum, the deserts of those fires, the darkest of your Forrest’s, that terrain that no one tries is The places that are hidden, from there you store this kiss a kiss of yore.

Alas just one more kiss, one more combining of selves, one last moment of bliss to feel your kiss. Your soft lips touched upon mine I crave the Devine.