Love is in my bones —
it’s in my blooms and
in my spilled-red blood;
lust is in my perfumed flesh,
desire-poems in my skull.
How many kisses have I
in my primal fervent lips;
how much pristine rainbow’d
faith in my life-worn soul?
—Terri Guillemets
Asymmetrical kisses—
the sexiest yearning:
one lip on nostalgia, the
other, love yet earning.
—Terri Guillemets
I love to kiss your lying lips—
when we love our honesty slips
but soul to soul is always true—
a love lie is truth in another hue
—Terri Guillemets
Our passion and kisses were stumbling — but stumbling in sync.
—Terri Guillemets