of kisses
I’ve returned a few
and kept the others hostage –
fanning flames
and warming winter nights
memory of how they passed
as one became another
and soon I had no want
for turning back

of longing
where the leaving spent
a night when none were near
and thought to more than once
I spoke your name
as stolen was my breath again –
life beyond my living
as love before I knew
of why you came

of summer sparked
to mid july
when junebugs chase the luna
autumn waits his turn
to share the bliss
give me now a place to lay
and light to press around –
save for me the wonder
of your kiss

..x..