Are your lips for being kissed?

[osho]

I often like to be brutally honest
And feel your two lops need to be kissed

To moisten my own parched lips
Nature has designed into that shape and size
Ripe, soft and supple
If I do not kiss they go untilled
The seed of love will die

Something inside is kindled
And stirred like a sweeping gale
I find a meaning of maturity coupled with yours

When the lips copulate two souls leap up

I see you as an earth
I am the rains pouring on you
The jam of life dripping on you
I am the salt of the earth
Once melted into eternity
We coexist and nonsexist

Kisses have electric effects
With the kisser and the kissed in the same mood
Kisses become a formality too
When we ritualize in the name of living together

I loathe purchasing these kisses thru marriage
I set you free once you offer me
For there are a thousand parched lips in wait in a row



This is not written to make it promiscuous. I want you to read in an aesthetic point of view, something persevering down the strait of the history of poetry.

[hillwalker]

It's obviously open to misinterpretation but I don't believe you need to add such an explanation at the end of the poem. Each reader will take from it what they will regardless of your wishes or intentions.

On a similar note I found the opening line strange to say the least. Why not show how honest you like to be by styling your poem in a way that we can discover that for ourselves without announcing it so 'brutally'?

A few other expressions also left me bewildered :

'lips copulate' - how would that work?

'the jam of life - paints a totally different picture (and I shan't elaborate) - not the best choice of metaphor in this context.

'nonsexist' should presumably be 'nonexist' - a Freudian slip if ever I saw one.

And the last two stanzas tend to labour the point you were trying to make. I believe they could be combined and trimmed into something a little more elegant in keeping with most of the rest of the piece.

H