Kiss

If you knew the depths of my heart,
if I exposed it for you to see,
its blood,
its beat,
its fever,
you could maybe know the bottom of my love.

You would also know that your body is a dreamland,
that your emerald eyes are the horizon of desire.

All of these
could go in words,
only the purest,
the shiniest,
the most transparent
there could be.

And it would be like a poem.

If I could tell you then how I feel in such a poem
you would surely kiss the ink on the paper
and my lips would stay untouched by your kiss.