Poem for her 156

Dear Readers,



The Kiss


When was our first kiss
Hand to lips
In a parking lot

When was our last kiss
Text in a note to you
In a letter to you a poem

When will our next kiss be
This afternoon
Mouth to hand then to lips

When we kiss the time on the wall
Stops meaning anything
Things slip our minds to say

When we kiss the decades fade
The days slide away
And all we know is each other

When we kiss the flavor of gum
Might shine a bit
Or the wine or the morning air

When we kiss it's the end of time
And all the flow of self
Merges to be Home


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.