Love

that kiss was never as 
vigorous as 
exotic as 
emotionally-sustaining as 
your kiss 
nor was it the delicious 
fruit of womanhood 
sucked dry, 
the air and plumage, 
so ripe the vintage 
of love - 
oh how I ached for it 
before then and 
before you, a kiss was 
something to long for 
to wish at 
and dream of: 
a lofty height to fly to 
now it's something 
to get lost in, 
a circus with trapeze 
artists, and a tiger 
caged in its pen. 
 
"If there is no love, what then." 
 ~ Leonardo da Vinci