i know so little about
the definition of words
preferring to live in the context
of the moment and meaning
like living in the discourse
of your embrace
or the ballistics of your smooch
and time i see you
i am going to kiss you on the mouth
it will be part of a long embrace
that tries to tell you how i miss you
i will take the innuendo words and
sultry phrases and tender the nuances
of each syllable
with blocks coded in titillation
i will build you a castle of kisses
starting with the foundation
that would be the kiss on your lips
and network a path
to the sides of your breast
i am going to string the words together
like the best day at the fishing hole
and smack my lips
knowing we will have trout for dinner
and a slice of your excitement
for dessert
with gooey adjectives of delight
slobbering onto my chin
but your kiss will be the hors d'oeuvre
and your kiss will be just the beginning
and your kiss will whisper when
my lips dance on your thighs
making the freedom of a diphthong
that slides out guttural bliss
the mixture of your kiss and
the conquest of words
with sultry translations
and the linguist pretense
will be the dictionary
of a lustful framework
that move in and out
of the context of your sensual hips
that i will slather with suggestions
or conjugate with action verbs
and i will kiss you so
perhaps you will feel
the hum of an aroused
vocal chord
until we are lost in a conversation
without any lexicon
but spinning in between
the tactual vibrations
that causes your spine to flex
and your heart to change beats
like a thesaurus in a rhyme tango