Kiss of a stranger

Sometimes it's the kiss of a stranger that reignites fire in your eyes. An unfamiliar touch that reawakens the soul. And a feeling of having met before, rides over your form allowing undeserved trust to seep in. And as the mind ponders the beauty in this recognition, you lay hand in hand lying away the ticking hours. Pressed firmly against each other's skin. Until, smoothing out the wrinkles of pains last visit becomes inevitable. All the while, the life you hid beneath your dark shadows renew. So that, when night falls, you now start to notice the moon in all it's perfection. Like a strobe light that penetrates your heart. Expelling the raw love that folds within your deepest crevices. Making the spirit now want to dance in the moonlight and sun bathe in the sun...