Mark Heathcote - Your kiss

Your kiss is a rush of oxygen
That always leaves me smitten
Your kiss is a hot air balloon
A helium bubble all-embracing, cocoon
Your kiss is the air and sky
Taking me on midnight trains to Shanghai.

Your kiss is a forest fire
A wave I'm riding in a heavenly gyre
Your kiss is a galactic vortex
In which no other magical sorcery, can hex!
Your kiss is a world removed:
Darling - who cares even if myriads disapproved?

Your kisses are like krill in their minions inhale
And like the sperm whale I discover my holy grail
Your kisses transport me!
Into a fairy tale regale top and tale.
Your kisses transport me!
Like sunshine in morning I'm dissolving…
I am found!
I am found! !
I am found! ! !

Mark Heathcote

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-kiss-39/