An old poem I wrote on Saturday, June 16. 2007 entitled -
KISS THE HOLES
And we rush to kiss the holes
When to kiss the surface is so much sweeter
So fingers on faces
And arms around waists
My stomach lays on you silently
Without movement
And we are fully asleep
I am nurtured
But the world tears off your blouse
And rips off your panties with its mouth
It rushes to kiss the holes
Your mouth
Your ears
Your wetness
And tries to fill them with everything
Flesh, spit, fruits, plastic, body by-products
As quickly as possible
Don’t they know
That what they are trying to fill is insatiable
Makes you want to kiss the holes
Again and again
Or to kiss more holes with disregard
To rules or bonds or commitment
But to touch their surface
Meet them as complete
Because occasionally we need someone to remind us
We are not just looking out of eyeballs
We are alive and the clock is ticking
To let as many people know
And feel their heartbeat beneath
Palms sweat from the heat of their soul
This lifetime that can only be filled with
Words, whispers, screams, travels, dreams, fears, laughter, tears
No penis
No vagina
Can connect a soul
Let those who only kiss holes
Fill the world with its unloved and angry offspring
And I will continue
To give birth to my feeble words
With the hope that somebody somewhere will read them
And be glad they were alive today
To read that they are more than a product of sex and desire
And sometimes a kiss is just that
A beautiful kiss
To make you feel whole
