The Anti-Resistance Movement Poem by Diana van den Berg

The gauze barriers that I know
I must put up
you don’t break down
you just paint them gone
in charm-armfuls of Crimson Glories
and I breathe their billet doux perfume
and stroke the words of every petal
drowning in your lose-me eyes
as they are lost in mine
your hands tiptoe-cupping my upturned face
and you mix my metaphors
in soft luscious whirls
of creamy dessert
and I melt in moments
within the hunger
of our lost-in-our-own-world kiss
which fuses us in our forever-sizzle.