Touch of Lips

Still don't want to post anything racy yet. I've emailed staff lol. I wonder if most people on here put commentary on their stuff like I do. I'm learning. And I love googling passionate kisses. Thanks.
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you were one word 

soft 

under a white gazebo like a fairy tale 
soft-pale globes of bulbs 
floating in baptismal twilight 

I remember the soft lick of innocent tongues 
your heartbreaking tentativeness 
how when I tasted the skin of your face 
I thought of a lamb 

the moons of your nails soft and iridescent 
how your lips tasted of warm diamonds 
swathes of velvet that held such beautiful clarity 
such a tender emptiness 
my being only complete when tufts of your hair 
filled my hands 

in you I tasted my first aloneness 
my initial without 
so many gems falling from your mouth 
as I adhered myself to you 
sucking helplessly at treasure 

and you my love 
it has been twenty-six years 
why do you continue to haunt 
the settings of my body and dreams 
those tormented landscapes 
your hands at my shoulders 
as I walk the roads in your eyes 
heaven’s true terrain 

nothing like you ever again 
and I still ask myself 
were you real 
or did my mind conjure your perfection 
from every desire that shimmered to life in me 

occasionally I see you in this life 
I see your skin again 
the Michelangelo body you always inhabited 
you never age 

perhaps my fever for you 
sustained you 

and I tremble 
I shake 
I quake in my heart with the ache and the raw 
the music you once gave me 
as if you gave me your heart 
how you handed the cassette over 
with regretful resentment 
and my hungry hands sought out 

the music of your soul 
I played it loud in the car 
a church of smoke where I worshiped you 
choir of soft longing 
the angels that knew 
the exact cadence of my pain 

because the music of your soul 
was as dark 
as softly wailing 
as heartbreaking as you were to me 

                        how you tasted of God 

I can still taste that kiss 
at the edges of my mouth 
it has lingered there for twenty-six years 
in death you will find it still sewed onto my lips 

please kiss me 
upon my frozen silence 
so you may remove it 
from the delicate eternity of my dreams 

where my soul cries for rest 
from the sempiternal yearning 
to be swallowed by you forever 

for only in you 
did I ever find myself