Kiss Me

unmade bedIt occurs to me

on this slow settling morning,

stepping outside to witness new light,


I haven’t kissed you yet.

The bed was cold without you…


last night

as I stretched out the branches of me

to find vacancy

while tugging your pillow

under my breasts,

inhaling the scent of your smiles,

and dreaming of you knotted into me.

I miss inches of you

gathered in layers of blankets

fighting unconsciously for warmth.

I tumbled over my feet,

entering the house,

returning to that place of reality

when the phone rings,

your photo greets me

with mesmerizing words,

“Good morning, beautiful…

I am waiting for you to kiss me tonight.”


for my love, MJP


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