Kiss me with your eyes.
Don’t be afraid of the flame.
You kissed me once with your lips,
Long ago; I remember it well.
There was no shame.
Salty streams to our tongues.
Tears flowed together
Tickling the skin of our cheeks.
Eyelashes caressed.
So, kiss me now, with your eyes.
Kiss me with your eyes,
And the water of love–
Be still.
Matt and Joanne Sprott
11/07
©2007 Joanne Sprott