Kiss

Lips two curtains 
hiding the window 
of your smile 
they part frequently 
when around me 
either to laugh
or tell secrets 
or express passions 
unlike your eyes 
which divulge everything 
with a glance 
your lips hesitate 
they pause think
cautiously and carefully 
before they continue 
they often conceal 
and when closer
open like shells 
and let out
sighs like the 
delicate humid winds
of seaside hamlets 
moist slightly salty
and always warm