"Nude I" by Boguslaw Lustyk

kisses the air that surrounds it, loves
the lips, in full pout, famous birthplace of all kisses
the belly, brown, round, kissing its inverted button and
the shoulders -- oh, how I kiss my shoulders! -- my nose
kissing lilies, rosemary's dew and a purply night sky
my neck, long as forever, fit for twenty thousand kisses
twenty thousand kisses for each cocoa breast and nipple
for the lower arms that encircle each other, then kiss, kiss
les chevilles, les cuisses embrévées¹ kissing their lovers
even the ears, French kissing to tunes of Django & Debussy
the upper arms wishing to kiss their tender underarms
thread of both hands kissing the life-line
cheeks colored bronze with kisses
lashes that kiss my eyes that kiss everything they see
my forehead, a map of the places where kisses live long, long
live my kinky hair, plaited with kiss after kiss after kiss after....

¹ The hips, the dimpled thighs.

Bio: A native of Los Angeles, Lynne Thompson's first chapbook, We Arrive By Accumulation, was published by SeaMoon Press last year. She is happily at work planning her second publication. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Runes, Indiana Review, Louisiana Literature, Rattle, Solo and the VCP Anthology.

Contact Lynne Thompson at pmsmalley@aol.com