True Loves Kiss

Twenty million feet down,
Is simply where I viewed the ground.

Twenty million feet up,
Is simply where my air got stuck.

Bound between my throat and my lungs,
No language to speak, not even in tongues.

For my breath was at rest,
And the feeling too strong to be expressed.

For my heart slowed it's beat,
And my thoughts much too discreet.

With my eyes agape, it was as if I could see into your soul,
For in the eyes I looked right through, I saw myself: a whole.

Your finger tips trace the curves of my face,
As my finger tips try to keep the pace.

Yet my hands are trembling and my eyes filled with tears,
The past no longer matters as we fight for the following years.

As you pull my face to yours, I realize that I've stopped breathing,
With your hands on my skin and your tongue pursuing mine, I fill my lungs with air as your lips continue sheathing.

The faint smell of your breath,
Brings me back from sudden death.

When I truly realize the words of a poet are not just a dream,
For the kiss we just shared was absolutely real and irrevocably extreme.