sailing on a kiss

his lips are as close as my skin
there, the moment
the kiss begins
I sail across the sea
clouds billow like the bright sails
of some enchanted schooner
endless waters spin into golden swells
waves foam and crash blinding white
wayward my fleshy compass
and I don’t care
lost is the most exquisite place
I could ever hope to be

swirl skating

swirl skating