Let Lips Do What Hands Do
I have wanted to kiss you since November.
In soft ways
Smoothing your hair
Holding your hand
Our wrists touch
I can feel your pulse against mine.
In rough ways, too.
I’ll ask if I can kiss you
As you say yes, my lips are on you
Hands firm around your wrists.
I want to kiss you out the back door of the bar
Everyone has put out their cigarettes and gone inside.
Parliaments and Pimm’s No. 1 on your tongue.
I want to kiss you in the car, and at the kitchen table, sitting on the lawn.
Palm to palm
For the briefest moment
Our lifelines intersect