Kiss Again Magic

I kissed magic
Bitter honey lips.
He could move glasses
With his mind.
Believe me, I saw him do it.

We danced naked
Around a fire that night,
Fleshy folds rising and falling.
Nature was beautiful.
No judgment eye to criticize
We lay our burdens down
Our feet touching sand.
He felt my ass;
Dragged his fingertips
Across my skin.
I shuddered.
Desperation gave way
When he lowered his mouth.

We were sweaty,
Smelled of sea water, and
Made love in wicked abandon
Leaned up against driftwood.
He knelt, entered,
And my eyes soaked in the moon.
He called me Mona Lisa,
(Because I am chunky)
His renaissance girl.

I drowned in his acceptance.
He loved everything about me.
I threw him away.
He wanted more than I could give then.
I pushed him into beehives,
Stung him till his breath died,
Destroyed his free will, and
Punished his soul with my fear.

He lay beside me in the darkness,
His hand stroking my curled hair.
He kissed my lashes,
Said he understood,
Would leave for good, then
The mattress sank beneath him.
As he leaned to tie his shoes
He turned, spoke his whisper
That he would always love me.
I didn’t believe him.
My mind mocked his adoration.

I wasn’t ready then,
But I am now, have sought forgiveness
Said penance, and dedicated vows.
I see sunbeams
And tomorrow
I will kiss him again.

~ws~