I tell you I would rather be kissed
than fucked because
it is the strongest knowing learned
those deep hard years
from cold hours of barren lust
in the dark loneliness of
disconnected sex.
Lying alone and broken on the bed,
in those fever-laced-burning dying days,
in the un-solaced hours of prayer after,
I missed Love’s kiss most of all.
Some women need a lifetime
to learn the price of all they’ve lost,
to learn the love of a mate
whispers its truth in the kiss.
You kiss me like crystal water pours
from a mountain spring.
I kiss you like thirst drinks down
cool well-water.
You taste like water – life – Holiness.
I thirst like death – isolation – Sin.
Small Pieces of Being 
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