They have changed that’s for sure.
It all started with a kiss, actually.
Lips so soft, transporting to another world
Where everything was candy and the heat
Oh, the heat. It warmed the worry
It took away the fright, it cozied the night.
It brought forth a deluge of things
The best things, everything, it just kept
On bringing them. As though everyday
Things were love uninterrupted, a child
So rich in experience, years upon years
Of challenge of failure of rebirth of changing
Of everything always changing changing.
And now those kisses are more than ever,
Although briefer, now in passing,
Perhaps casual, some might say taken for granted.
Kissing like our parents, they might say.
But we can only hope our parents kissed with
Feelings like these. Oh, we can still dig in there
And kiss like lovers lost in ardour, steeped in lusty
Provocations, as though depths to be plumbed
Were crazy red with excitment. But now all of that
Can be just brushed, lips to lips, within each other’s
Breath, touching lightly and still feeling it all.
No one knows what a light kiss can be
Unless the light is on them. And even then
It takes time, oh time,
To revel in the light.
Written: 5/11/10
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