The Kiss's Confession

If a lip could weave its own refrain, It would drape itself; longing for delight, A fleet strumming; a pair, in soothing rain, World's lightening kept alive in one stolen night It would sing of passionate pages turned Inside the bars, it holds the moments 'til heartbreak Vermillions borders crossed, to this endless war is yearned What was fired from the eyes, leave Cupid's bow to take In phantom touch, it tastes both love and rhyme Petals, drawing on petals, the instruments, a blur It is a joy, thrumming tune, at the pulse of all sprung time In the silence of a moment, it becomes a song for sure. Closing at the commissures of superior and inferior seams, sweetness is humbled; as I am won, with anothers dreams