Men
Kiss lips
Without
Considering
The souls
They touch
The lives
They disrupt
Or
The hearts
That skip a beat
When
Men
Kiss lips
They pluck
The ripe fruit
Of
Women
Who
Upon arriving
At surrender’s gate
Have
The sweetness of their virtue
Sampled
And
The softness of their sensuality
Probed
By lustful hunger
And
A temporary longing
To be satisfied
When
Men
Kiss lips
They ignore
A woman’s open soul
As
It waits
For
The deeper exploration
Necessary
To uncover
Unfulfilled promises
That linger
On the edge
Of
Her destruction
Still hopeful
That the smoldering embers
That once burned bright
With optimism
Might be ignited
By the desire
In his lips
When
Men
Kiss lips
They apply pressure
To flesh
Leaving
Imprints of themselves
On the slopes of mouths
Never to be eroded
From
A woman’s memory
Even as she is propelled
From him
Through time
To
Another man’s kiss
–
PhotoPoetics™ 