Have Your Lips Ever Been Pressed?

Have your lips

ever been pressed against another’s

and felt the embrace of love

returned the same way it was given?

Do the cushions pushed together

help to remember

the reasons of conceiving hands

clenched in each others?

Has your lover

received your heart

the way it was intended?

Has your gut instincts reacted

to the suggestion

that his idea of love is perception?

His eyes glance at your lips

like obstacles to his intentions,

a loop to dance through, a hurdle to kiss.

Has his words lost there meaning; lost their bliss?

Words that are rehearsed

in the ears of so many.

Each of those many, lying down

to assume the chalk-lined imprint on a bed.

Have your lips ever felt the hold

of another who shares your vision of love?

Let lips fall on the same page,

with never needed worry,
wondering whether or not he would stop
if you asked him to.

Just lay next to me in bed;

with only eyes meeting on a pillow

knowing no physical touch.

No cares, no caress, no sound outside our hearts breathing.

Unity means so much more

when hearts kiss in the evening.

Forming a link that doesn’t care if it rusts.