Care not for whats proper and nice
damn the moonless sheen of night
ignore the aroma of earth drenched by rain
deaf to the rush of falling sand
unaware of eyes closing in delight
aware only to a silky touch of lips on lips
as all else fades

care not to whats crude and brash
damn the starless predawn light
ignore the din of drops against paints of glass
blind to the shifting mosaic of clouds up high
unaware of a foolish grin across the face
aware only of sweet flavor lingering on the tongue
as all else dims

care not to whats before and to come
damn the shadow-less midday star of plight
ignore gapping hunger for breath that wells forth
deft to the blasting of heart's within
unaware how long this kiss has last
aware that this time the dream is undreamed
as all else snaps to a moment of startled reality
.yet all that is real, is bound to thus cherry lips