Until We Kissed, That Is
How can a kiss shake the earth,
or cause time to stand still?
How can a kiss part the waters of a soul,
or call out with laughter to the stars?
I thought that was hyperbole, poetic license.
Until we kissed, that is.
How can the gentlest kiss be a volcano
and blow the roof off of memory and longing?
How can fingers folded together and intertwined be tantric,
and coupling itself be within time and last forever?
I thought hat was hyperbole, poetic license.
Until we lay together with your head on my chest.
How can a kiss make the wind blow through your hair,
and our bed turn into an ocean rising through the air?
How can a kiss cause a dog watching to try to speak,
or summon birds and turtles and bears and tears?
I thought that was hyperbole, poetic license.
Until we kissed, that is.
—Jon Tabakin, 4th July 2019
Dedicated to Jo Brunini.
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