Accidental Poet

As usual

The door is secured

With a muted click

And a closing of the eyes

Finally we face each other

Bodies sterile for the rite

Soon she folds me in

With Coca-Cola eyes

And the never-ending everywhere kiss

She's always pure in love, in anger

She's a poet although accidentally

She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god

Kissing god

So alive

Curled in her secret corner

I drink the different tears

And afterwards asleep

Her breath a low whistle

I listen long and breathe deep

She's always pure in love, in anger

She's a poet although accidentally

She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god

Kissing god

Then harsh light invades

We linger and linger

'Til our growling middles

Force us to rise

Like mischievous children

We clean up our mess

And we dress quickly

Sneaking one last

Gorgeous glimpse

She's always pure in love, in anger

She's a poet although accidentally

She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god

Kissing god