{To the certified indigenes of love;
I set my pen o'er your hearts
for only in a garden of love
can this writ survive
for ever and ever amen}

In the history of locking of lips

stepping o'er that of Romeo and julie

I and beloved had one better still.

In the absence of light and darkness

barren of day and night

unknown to silence and noise,

we- without we

I without I , and she without she

in the blindness of life and death

where there was no where nor somewhere

where none could witness it

even her nor me-

above the time of romantic etiquettes

not even can it be penned as an event

remember- not known by a soul,

Lips fused together

words printed with ink of saliva

on papers of lips and tongues

mailed down the oesophagus

into the box of the heart of the soul,

we were there, where we were not-

lost in a heaven of love

with souls meeting at the junction of lips

we where gone...

far and beyond-

so it can't be written to be made history

A kiss beyond any other kiss.

You are reading

You are lost

ask me to explain

but I will not

I leave you to your madness.

©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC).