Kiwi

        my lips were ambushed.
his eyes mostly did the talking.
he spoke nothing at all
only to say everything.
i couldn't resist his sugar lips,
i could still taste the Kiwi on them.
his razorblade fingertips
raced against my sideburns.
a head rush came creeping in,
when he began undressing me
out of my denims.
        when our lips locked,
it's like time had lost its path,
everything came to a standstill.
the clock faltered,
the curtains drew themselves out,
and the floorboard stopped creaking.
everything fell into silence,
only we were as loud as
wine spilled on white velvet.
my eyes that night
were the ocean's envy
because i saw the stars
long exiled from the sky
found a place in his eyes.
        our breaths though
were punctuated
by pauses of hesitation.
we were only two misplaced coins
caught in the cracks of a sofa.
what we had there was forbidden,
ephemeral, never be told to anyone,
but in that moment,
our bodies were knit together
like warm nights and dry rains.
and i knew i had been robbed
forever of my taste
of Kiwis,
because Kiwis now
would taste like our kiss.