Poem-A-Day: Day 493

Alien

Cuts quick emotion,
a trip of a lie 
pressed to lips 
collide ardent and lithe, 
seeps into kisses,
and young dream
strange tuning low whispering.

Goodbye alien,
so it seems 
softly potent, serene, 
vacant and shy 
everywhere under skin and hair, 
young could fly 
like a radio goodbye.

Seep into the ground,
the earth,
and I am young alien strange, 
tuning like a whispering dream,
like a radio alien 
strange, whispering serene,
so alien.