Kiss Poem by Brittany Quail

He touches my skin
I tremble
with each lengthening second
each deafening heartbeat
each butterfly
anticipation grows
and the inches
disappear
just fractions of a second
til there's nothing
in between us
and two souls
spill out to become one
and in this last second
til his lips touch mine
i feel nothing
but the world fading
into black
insignificance
in a moment
the distance is closed
and like the perfect glove
the forms fit and mold
into one continuous
body
feelings flow
love fills the void
that thoughts once occupied
a feeling designed
by God himself