Tremble

You tremble with blissfulness
as I kiss you
on your neck,

laugh
as mountaintops do
when the sun rises

Do they luminate, all these
avalanches
in your fibres,

on their way
from the lips,
through the neck
and into your canyon
where the kiss unfolds
as an explosion
between the braes

making everything in you listen
the way a sleeping dog
rises its ears
when someone dies
next door



Poetry by Geir Ove Kvalheim
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Written on 2012-06-02 at 00:48

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