Intimacy happens
without touching.
Tongues send syllables
singing indiscreetly by
word of mouth like air kisses.
Fingertips wave them windward
over the crowded listening.
He aims deliberately for oasis faces.
I don't stop to wonder if
they were meant for me before I
catch them and press them
to my greedy mouth.
5 comments:
by word of mouth...i like that.
Oooh, that's good!
Yeah, why stop to wonder? :)
"over the crowded listening"... I like the imagery of the first stanza.
I also like this "We don't live a Christmas Letter life. It's a beautiful mess..."
This made me smile. A big smile. Beautiful, Kathleen!
oasis
faces
I like how you run amuck in the kisses.
;-)
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