the kiss
     by andré boniatti

my lips kiss your lips
and from our lips is drawn a third mouth,
that softly mingle with our bodies.

immune to any results,
we're used to call it
death, 
notwithstanding it's fed with our desire.

in: http://poiesisboniatti.hd1.com.br/poesia/poiesis_poesia.htm

and in: http://www.recantodasletras.com.br/poesiasdeamor/159512