A touch of light

I touch your mouth
and it feels
like the sky
like the touch
of a scar,
like a piece of art.

I touch your mouth
and it feels
in my skin
and it tastes
in this useless soul
full of sin
like a
million of stars.

And I touch your mouth
with mine:

we collide,
we crumble,
and it feels
all inside
like the the start
of the universe,
like

pure light.