A Kiss

Make me immortal with a kiss

Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays

We don’t kiss
We merge
And we share a breath
As we sink to the bottom
And we float to the top
Of the depth
Between our souls
And our shadows
I don’t need air
I need you and your lips
Your hands entwined in mine
As we drift into the oblivion
Of a kiss