To breathe your scent
is to plunge
headfirst
into the golden river,
that one that Guthrie sang of.
To feel your skin
is to crawl down
safe
in the Monarch's cocoon,
her wings shimmering as they form.
To hear your voice
is to dance
barefoot
on the dark side of the moon,
leaping towards the stars.
And to kiss you?
Oh, to kiss you.
to swallow your breath
to taste your tongue
to redden your lips
to kiss you
is to drown in the Holiest of Storms.
