Osculation Poem by Asset Balin

over those long’n’winding broken lines
we trailed for our freedom.
the freedom- we rarely touch
in the murals of this glass-house of ours.

the thread-like stretch of distance
were cut by a black stead for us.
dusk turns to arching shadows
in this fading marital month.

uncertainty is always certain
whenever we claim this dream
this dream known only as a whim
to those outside our streams.

below the ring is a calloused foam
a form unknown to yearning- -
the yearning to breathe as one again
and gain a singular soul to dream.

often my mind beckons for a space
a place where we, could raise our faces-
where naivety and nudeness are not sins
but such expression of our true selves.

then for a split century of miles
our soles walked on those fleshy sand
our frames were weak but still in tact
and our temples are warm with love.

We’re deaf for the sea breeze
We’re one with the warmth of silence
We’re shouting with exuding bliss
We’re coiled in Eros’ red arrows.

We’re breathing with a common song
We’re melting with the lashes of our eyes
We’re now archers- - adamant- -and audacious.
We’re luminescent with those half-sighs’n’smiles

this self was too much quenched and coated-
as I kiss the bareness of thy affectionate lips
as I kiss the slender moisture of thy sleeves.
three longing words resonate in our slumbers;
and I know for certain I had found my soul’s coveted wholeness.