When I do finally lay my head down, close my eyes, I see you
looking downward, quietly, lips
suddenly forming a broad smile.
I kiss you, and close my eyes again, and fall asleep.
Kiss. Close eyes. Fall asleep.
There are the light, new kisses, tentative
in both the giving and the receiving, perhaps softly
at first on hands, then lips,
asking, inquiring, is this my place?
There is the kiss, deep, where our faces
not only reflect one another, but where governing powers
eradicate all boundaries, removed
all obstacles, and tongues dance and caress
and we cospire, breaths encoupled.
In dreams I open my eyes and kiss you,
and in my dreams, fall asleep again. Over and over,
a tumble of kisses rolling across the rose-lit landscape of sleep, uncatchable.