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.