Love stretches

a kiss to kiss,
a moist succulent strawberry of tongue
cherished and embellished,
diving nude to meet its partner
in a swollen embrace,
the throb of desire thumping madly,
the senses exploding...
a kiss to eye travels,
a twist to swirl vulbrates...
moans and ohhhs of lust...
cherished forms of apples, oranges, pears
one eats as one dines on pairs,
seeking to please and arouse
as love turns sexual.

it's the sound of the heart
grown to speed when
some nude food is flowerly dressed
to grow horns.
it's the sound of the heart
flowing to the sound
of knowing nothing is more delicate
then a kiss
flowovering into bubbly masses of dark, deep frothings.

love empties itself through sexes
and wishes to cleanse the senses of its load
of dirty laundry, even laughter plays
as our silly humiliations sneak up, through,
love wishes us renewal.

only that in sexing ourselves
in the tree for so long, we
find repetition,
a circle,
no sweet progression.