kiss again (an etheree)

[milo]

Kiss
again
my throat, my
ears, my eyes, my
hands, my naked thighs,
my toes, my fingertips.
Your kiss is a maddening,
a god’s voice, a rage against my
skin that makes me senseless to my sense
of where I end and where I, rough, begin.

Nice job, john.

It is an interesting experiment. As a poem many might find it a little boring as it doesn't really say anything new or original. I think good modern poems about kissing need to dwell in the intamacy and sensuous rather than hyperbole. (Your kiss is a god's voice actually makes me laugh, it reads a little pubescent).

Thanks for posting.