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

Then diverge.

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