in-between kiss


now some in trying to figure the title above
might imagine a kiss to hold onto between
one glorious struggle in the sheets
and the next       but that's another poem
another angle, one of a mix of a vanishing fragrance
slightly citrus i dunno spicy too
another poem yes this one is more
of an aftertaste of cheap coldcuts
a kiss necessary like lunch too much
salt no idea of the animal eaten
sometimes our lips wet when brushed against
or moisten pressed together like an
overflow, sweet water from the rock
soaring broken down all the way to
half-conscious pout into her face
soured further by a voice inside
lazy heart motion block so easy
to disappear even as our fingers touch
each others' arms there is no
leaning in these are the ends
of the roads       the rarified, the dead ends
in-between there is the longing to kiss
whether we are together or not
each time i imagine the taste of your lips
the pressures of bodies the disappearing
it's a kiss lonely ones i must believe
in something like magic for these
in-between kisses are like food
i'm alive, safe


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4 20 08