Open, Closed

a.  inertia lies in wait so
when my open lips meet yours
my shoulder breaks and my eyes
snap shut.  our tongues slide together
like whales flung ashore; seeking
water.  my skin clings to your skin
while your tongue pries my breaths
apart and dissects my jaws.  you harvest
my kisses, and i don't see a thing.
under my fingers is a full moon, and
their eyes soak in the curves and
rivers of your sleek earthen skin.


b.  you hold your eyes open despite
cold nerves to watch the shifting
patterns of my eyelashes.  breathing
in my sighs of pleasure and
memorizing the texture of my tongue,
your eyes are learning me.  gently
you press your body into mine
and fold flower fingers into my
mane of hair.  frost clings
to the raw edges of your lungs,
shaking like icicles under
siege.  we continue merging spines;
whether the waves will stop or not.