Kiss

What I kiss lies gently on my tongue
It is liquid crystal
Blue and shimmering like the sea
We are waiting once again
Listening to the waves
Hoping beyond hope for the thing which makes us real
The morning sky blends purple and orange
Purple bruises of light
We lie in the bed
Drink sweet tea and daydream
It's impossible to know just how we got here
We used to jump from pillar to post
Now we are static
Bellies aching
Heads adrift
We wish for more
But what I kiss lies gently on my tongue.