Taste Of Anger

The Kiss

I write with pleasure, with thick hips,

My soul is frenzied towards a unified life. 

What makes me wake up at 2 am to love you, and love you more,

weaving you a letter soaked in sensitivity?

I need a house to confine in,

And a bed where I weave a garment for imagination,

And another for departure, but to never depart.

I remain laying immersed in kisses, 

That one day you walk before me with arrogance, 

Opening your small mouth to release colorful creatures, 

So I can swallow them again every time, 

I will hide your little monsters in my belly forever, 

Until the next moment when I release Kandinsky creatures to touch you briefly and retrieve them.

I don't know why they don't grow,

But they are like roses that you see, Gazing into the depths of your eyes, 

Within the curves and spaces, 

Yet they are gentle and fall silent when we kiss.

All I want with you now is a kiss, 

All I want now with you is a kiss, 

A Klimt kiss or a kiss hidden in a veil,

Just one kiss or many kisses, how do I tell you tonight that I want to kiss you as if I...