What is a mystic
but one who swoons,
helpless in the face of Beauty
and a natural Believer
in evolution of Spirit.
Two types of kisses,
and the choice is yours:
either with burning lips,
that bind and blind
Or a lipless kind,
preparing us to leave
a too-tight skin behind.
I stand, helpless, before
the sensuality of stretches,
but get down on bended knee
for the spiritual variety.
©Yahia Lababidi
This is my entry for Day 47 of 